[N2-9 CatFights]

All women are aged up to 18+

Pokémon battles were an excellent chance to show your skill strength and strategy. But standing on the sidelines calling moves for your Pokémon to use made them feel a bit impersonal sometimes, like you never really got to get in on the action yourself and so, some of the women of the Pokémon world had found another way to scratch that itch. Once a year they met for a physical competition usually in the form of a wrestling match. This was so successful that more and more women from every region wanted to join in and the event got bigger and bigger. And this time it was the Sinnoh’s champion Cynthia’s turn to host.

Nessa arrived at the Sinnoh Pokemon League, an invitation clutched in her hand. This was the first time she had been invited to one of these events and she was feeling a strong mixture of excitement and nerves. She walked up to the large mansion and showed her invitation to the smartly dressed Butler. “Yes miss Nessa from Galar, mistress Cynthia and the other women are expecting you, this way” Nessa followed him through the corridors of the posh mansion. She wasn’t sure what to wear so she just decided to come in her usual outfit. A white and blue two-piece swimsuit which clung tightly to her attractive dark-skinned body. Her hair was black with blue highlights flowing like water down her back. The butler showed her into a room but did not enter himself. Nessa found herself in a giant hall with stained-glass windows showing the legendary Pokémon of Sinnoh on the walls. A giant circular wrestling ring with the pattern of a pokeball took up most of the room. Standing around the edges of the ring chatting were famous gym leaders from all over the world. There was Jasmine in her plain silver dress talking with the Dragon trainer Clair both from Johto, and Flannery the redheaded fiery girl speaking with the island kahuna from Alola Olivia and Elesa from Unova. And who was that talking with Erika and Sabrina, was that the Kalos champion Diantha. She was looking stunning in her pure white coat which seemed to have angel wings coming out the back of it. Nessa stood in the doorway feeling slightly intimidated by all the powerful women in the room.

“Hi there”

Nessa turned to see a young girl smiling at her.

“I’m Misty from Cerulean City,” she said. She wore shorts that came halfway down her thighs and a white tank top. Oddly her bright orange hair had a large piece of it sticking out.

“Hello I’m Nessa from Hulbury in Galar,” she said shaking Misty’s offered hand.

“By that cute outfit you’re wearing I guessing you're a water type trainer,” Misty said.

“Yeah you’re right”

“Me too it’s always nice to meet a fellow water trainer,” Misty said warmly.

Nessa nodded in agreement she was starting to feel a lot more comfortable now that someone was talking to her.

“So is this your first time at one of these things,” Misty asked.

“Yeah it is”

“Oh you’re going to love it it is super fun especially when Cynthia hosts,” Misty said cheerfully. “She said she’s got some kind of special surprise for this time round”

“Ooo exciting” Nessa said.

“Come on I’ll introduce you to Erika and Sabrina,” Misty offered.

Cynthia was waiting in a room just off the hall. The champion was wearing her usual black waistcoat which was undone at the front showing some cleavage. Her long silky blonde hair ran down her back styled in several elegant curls. She looked up when the butler came into the room “everyone has now arrived mistress Cynthia” he said

“Thank you, then I guess it’s Showtime,” she said standing. “Make sure we’re not interrupted if you please”

“Yes Mistress,” he said bowing out of the room.

Cynthia picked up a rather special pokeball from her desk and went to the door. She took a deep breath and then made her appearance.

Heads turned towards her as she strutted confidently into the room. All conversations ceased instantly as Cynthia demanded everyone’s attention just by entering. She smiled, with the possible exception of Diantha, Cynthia was the most powerful woman in the room full of powerful women this naturally made the others jealous of her but at the same time, they also respected Cynthia they wanted to be like her.

 “Welcome ladies I’m so glad you could all make it for this year’s get together,” Cynthia said smiling warmly. Some cheers came from the assembled women. “I want to welcome our first-time visitor Nessa” Cynthia continued.

Nessa went bright red and waved as everybody looked at her.

“Come on Cynthia stop stalling what’s the surprise” Korrina shouted playfully.

Cynthia smiled at the interruption “Well if you’re that desperate maybe you could help me with the demonstration”

Korrina shrugged and walked over. she was wearing a short white and red miniskirt and her hair was in a blonde ponytail. “So what do you want me to do?”

In reply Cynthia through the special pokeball at her. the ball bounced right between Korrina’s puffy breasts and then opened. There was a flash of bright light and Korrina squealed as she was sucked inside, just like a pokemon.

“Oh My” Erika gasped her delicate hand over her mouth. Everybody else stared with shocked expressions at the pokeball as it fell to the ground. Cynthia smiled knowingly, until there was another flash of light and Korrina reappeared sitting on her ass a shocked expression on her face.

“What the heck was that,” she said.

“That my dear is the surprise,” Cynthia said smiling. She reached down and picked up the pokeball. “I had some specially designed pokeballs that are able to capture humans as if they were Pokémon, they do not shatter on releasing their captives and you are able to fit more than one person inside them” she smiled. “I thought to make things a little more interesting we use these in our match today, so, what do you think girls?”

“That sounds like an awesome idea,” Flannery said enthusiastically

“Interesting” Sabrina said

“That would up the stakes, sure I’m in,” Olivia said looking excited.

“Excellent” Cynthia said. “Well then here’s what I propose, we each take one pokeball and do our best to capture other competitors in them but just like Pokémon you’ll need to weaken them first, at the end of a certain time limit the woman who has captured the most will be declared the winner”

Everybody agreed to these terms and they excitedly went over to claim their pokeballs. Cynthia had supplied several different pokeball each themed to a certain gym leaders specialist type which had different terrain inside them.

Clutching the pokeballs in their hands they all climbed up into the circular ring, and began to get ready for the battle ahead.

Misty stretched her long arms and legs as if she was getting ready to dive into a pool. Clair threw some punches into the air getting herself psyched up. Korrina jumped excitedly on the spot her breasts bouncing up and down. Elesa fixed her hair and made sure her make-up was on straight. Flannery slapped herself lightly on her cheeks to get herself focused. Nessa trying to hide her nerves stretched her back showing off her excellent figure. Cynthia set up a timer for five minutes and then slid into the ring. Everyone stops stretching and entered a state of readiness. None of the 13 women moved except for their eyes which flicked over their opponents. You could cut the tension with a knife.

 Cynthia’s timer beeped as it started the countdown and everyone exploded into action. Most of them charge to the centre of the ring and got caught up in a mosh pit of furious females. Cheeks were slapped hair was pulled breasts bounced and fists were flying. Screeches of pain and exertion rang out from the mass of struggling feminine bodies. Flannery dove in headfirst her red hair waving and her stomach showing in her short blacktop. She grabbed Nessa by her black hair and pulled harshly. Nessa shrieked as her head was pulled backwards but she managed to send an elbow into Flannery’s bare stomach. The redheaded woman grunted huskily and let go of her hair. But before Nessa could launch her own attack Olivia slammed into her from behind. Nessa cried out as she fell forward on top of Flannery Flannery’s face getting smothered by Nessa’s breasts. “Get off” she grunted violently pushing Nessa off her only for Olivia to drop down with an elbow on to her tits. Flannery shrieked and clutched her aching rack. Smirking Olivia wrapped her legs around Flannery’s waste in a body scissor and began to squeeze hoping to weaken her enough to capture her but the centre of this chaotic battle wasn’t the best place for a submission hold. Sabrina grabbed Olivia by her black hair and pulled dragging her off her victim. Flannery gasped and clutched her aching stomach as the battle continued to rage around her. Sabrina a tall black-haired woman wearing a tight red and black bodysuit dragged Olivia around by her hair before tossing her into Korrina who was charging at both of them. Olivia smashed into Korrina and they both went down. Immediately Olivia grabbed Korrina’s blonde ponytail and pulled. Korrina winced but grabbed Olivia’s black hair in retaliation. They began to roll catballing whilst pulling as hard as they could. Misty and Elesa were trading slaps. Misty slapping the supermodel across the face who got even with one of her own to Misty’s other cheek. Misty raised her hand to strike her opponent again but before she could Olivia and Korrina rolled into her tripping her up. Misty fell but grabbed Elesa’s top bringing her down with her. Misty and Elesa fell on top of Olivia and Korrina forming a sexy pile of limbs. Immediately they all started thrashing. Misty got Olivia’s foot shoved in her face. She grunted and pulled on someone’s hair turned out to be Korrina’s who shrieked and lashed out hitting Elesa right in the stomach all them yelling and screaming at the top of their voices.

As soon as the match started Clair ran straight for Cynthia wanting to take the glory of beating the champion herself. Clair was wearing a skintight dress which stopped just above her thighs. Cynthia smiled accepting the challenge. Clair threw a punch right for her face but Cynthia dodged to the side and grabbed her wrist and using Clair’s momentum against her threw her head over heels over her shoulder. Clair grunted as her back slammed against the floor her breasts bouncing. Cynthia still clutching her arm twisted it around into an Armlock submission hold pulling harshly on Clair’s arm whilst wrapping her legs over Clair’s body. Clair screamed at the pain and thrashed violently to get free but Cynthia kept the hold good and tight. Clair could do nothing but kick her legs. “This is what happens when you mess with the champion of Sinnoh” Cynthia taunted.

“Bitch” Clair grunted out. But this just made Cynthia put more pressure onto her arm. Clair screamed again she needed to find a way out of this. With her other hand, she swung it forward in a hammer motion slamming it into Cynthia’s stomach. The champion grunted but didn’t let go. Clair repeated this move twice more and Cynthia finally released her hold. Clair rolled away clutching her throbbing arm angry that Cynthia had gotten one over her. She went to stand up but only got to her knees before Cynthia grabbed her bright blue hair and pulled backwards.

“I’m not done with you yet,” she said. Attempting to pull Clair’s head into another submission hold by her hair but Clair wasn’t having any of it. She thrust her arm backwards her elbow striking right in between Cynthia’s legs. Cynthia’s eyes went wide as pain exploded in her pussy. “MMMMAAAMMM” She moaned sensually clutching her crotch. Clair wasted no time she grabbed Cynthia by her long blonde hair pulled her head back and then forced it down to the mat. Cynthia lay on the floor momentarily stunned. Clair straddled her sitting on her back hooked her arms under her chin and pulled up into a camel clutch. Cynthia moaned as her back was stretched painfully. Her large breasts thrust out in front of her. Clair smiled enjoying this greatly. There was something deeply satisfying about having such a powerful woman like Cynthia at her mercy. “Yeah who’s the champion now bitch” she shouted pulling harder. Cynthia gritted her teeth at the pain her blonde hair over her face. Slowly she moved her legs underneath her and gradually began to rise. “What the?” Clair growled she gave up the camel clutch and just pulled harshly at Cynthia’s blonde locks but this didn’t stop the champion from rising. With an impressive display of strength, Cynthia stood up straight with Clair riding on her shoulders. “Fuck” Clair cursed her dominant position of moments ago had been quickly turned into a very precarious one. She continued to yank and pull on Cynthia’s hair in an effort to distract her but Cynthia resisted the pain. She launched herself back sending Clair flying to the ground in a reverse powerbomb.

KA-THUMP!

Clair crashed into the floor and bounced off before coming back down. Her back felt like it was on fire. She let out a long grown of pain her sexy body writhing until she lay still breathing heavily. Cynthia looked down at her and smiled. “You almost had me there for a second, but I wasn’t about to go down that easily”. Clair just groaned. Cynthia took out her pokeball and casually dropped it onto Clair. The ball bounced off her soft stomach and opened. There was a bright flash of light and Clair vanished with a shriek.

Clair fell into a muddy puddle with a splash. Her bright blue outfit now stained brown. Groaning she wiped the mud away from her face and looked up. She was in a spherical chamber with steep slopes all around her the inside of Cynthia’s pokeball. A large circle halfway up one of the walls seem to be displaying some numbers. With horror, Clair realised that it was counting down to her being trapped in the pokeball. 5. Frantically she scrambled to her feet. 4 she leapt forward and tried to scale the walls. 3 in her haste she slipped in the mud and fell face-first back into the sticky substance. 2. She rose again not caring that she was now covered in mud. 1. Clair made one desperately leap for the button but 0. “Raaaaarrr” she shouted in frustration as the ball clicked. She was trapped. Clair proceeded to stomp around the interior of the ball in a rage kicking the mud and screaming but when it was apparent no one was listening to her she sat down in the mud and began to sulk.

Cynthia smiled and picked up her pokeball. She could see her new captive through the see-through top half of the ball but the shrunken down Clair couldn’t see her. Cynthia laughed at Clair’s childish tantrum. She also enjoyed the way the mud clung to her making her loss all the more humiliating. Cynthia tucked her pokeball into her cleavage and went to find her next opponent.

Erika had hung to the edges not wanting to be caught up in the chaotic melee at the centre of the ring. The dark-haired woman slowly walked around the circumference of the ring looking for an opening. She wore a simple full-length dress with plant patterns on it. Suddenly she spotted someone circling in the other direction. It was Jasmine, she too had apparently decided to sit out of the mosh pit. Erika smiled and walked up to her. “Hello Jasmine”

“Hi Erika,” Jasmine said sweetly.

“Hello, Would you mind if I made an attempt to capture you?” Erika asked politely

“Not at all if you give me the same opportunity”

 Out of all the women here Erika and Jasmine were probably the two most reserved and classy but this didn’t mean they couldn’t put up a fight, even if they didn’t have much experience.

Erika slapped Jasmine causing the younger woman to gasp out in surprise and pain. Jasmine shot back with her own slap and Erika shrieked as it hit home. With both of their cheeks now stinging red, they grabbed each other’s hair and started to pull shaking their opponent’s head from side to side by their locks squealing as they did so. Jasmine lost her footing and fell forward knocking Erika down with her. Jasmine landed heavily on top of Erika who let out a grunt of air as the wind was knocked out of her. Jasmine sat straddling Erika pinning her hands by her side with her long smooth legs. Erika squirmed and bucked but Jasmine had her well and truly pinned, and now to weaken her for capture. Jasmine moved up Erika’s body until her ass was hovering over her face. Erika’s eyes went wide. “No wait,” she said staring up at Jasmine’s white panties. They had pictures of Magnemites on them.

“Sorry,” Jasmine said but she was smiling and then she lowered her ass. Erika’s world went black obscured by Jasmine’s ass. This was super humiliating. Erika kicked her legs and shouted but it was muffled by Jasmine’s butt. Jasmine smiled atop her new perch. She gently wiggled her ass over Erika’s face playfully. After about 30 seconds Erika’s kicking stopped and Jasmine decided she was weak enough to be caught. She lifted her ass off Erika’s face. She looked like she was unconscious. Smiling Jasmine took out her pokeball and gently pressed it to her head and Erika vanished in a flash of light.

Erika fell into a pile of thin metal shavings. Groggily she stood up some metal shavings getting stuck in her hair. There were some larger sharp-looking pieces of metal strewn about the interior of the pokeball as well. 5, Erika’s eyes widened and she made a break for the button that would release her. 4, as she passed a large piece of metal her dress got caught on the end ripping slightly, 3 desperately she tugged on it trying to free herself, 2, Erika made a snap decision. she tore off the bottom part of her dress and left it behind. 1, Erika’s delicate hand just managed to press the button as the one started to fade.

Jasmine watched in amazement as Erika was ejected from the pokeball missing half of her outfit. Erika stood up, her hair was a mess and still had some metal shavings in it and the bottom of her dress was completely gone revealing her green panties. Jasmine giggled and pointed. “Cute panties Erika”

Erika flushed red and tried in vain to cover up her underwear but Jasmine continued to laugh. With an uncharacteristic surge of anger, Erika raced forward and swung her leg kicking Jasmine right in her pussy. Jasmine’s laughs turned into a scream. She bent double-clutching her crotch moaning in pain. Erika grabbed her by her light brown hair then she jumped forward performing a clumsy yet effective DDT slamming Jasmine’s face into the mat. Jasmine moaned and rolled away clutching her head with one hand and her pussy with the other. “I’m sorry Jasmine,” Erika said taking out her pokeball and pressing it against the stunned woman’s chest.

Jasmine was sucked inside and landed in a pile of leaves and vines. She quickly tried to untangle herself from the vines as the countdown started her hair now covered in twigs and leaves. She freed herself just as the countdown got to 3 but the pain from Erika’s low blow had slowed her down too much and she was unable to escape before the countdown hit zero. Disappointed she flopped down to the ground to wait out the rest of the battle amongst the foliage.

Erika smiled picking up her pokeball. The tiny Jasmine looked cute with some twigs in her hair.

Elesa had targeted Diantha not because she was the champion of Kalos but because she was wearing something almost as fashionable as she was. The two part-time models clashed in a test of strength their arms pushing on each other with everything they had. They both let out some feminine grunts as they put their all into trying to overpower the other. “Ugn, nice outfit by the way,” Diantha said from between their struggling arms.

“Unn thanks you too, it would be a shame if something happened to it” Elesa replied.

“Oh, now it’s on” quickly Diantha smiling wrapped her leg around the back of Elesa’s tripping her. Elesa fell to the ground with a squeal and Diantha jumped on top of her. She grabbed the top of Elesa’s expensive-looking dress and pulled ripping it to reveal Elesa’s perky tits.

“Aaaa you bitch” Elesa squealed flushing a deep red. Diantha laughed. Elesa swung her hand upwards slapping Diantha in the face and the champion fell off her to the floor. Lying next to her on the floor Elesa grabbed the front of Diantha’s outfit and tore it off. Diantha’s naked breasts spilled out into the open.

“Not as funny when it’s you is it,” she said laughing.

“Oh I don’t know, now come here,” Diantha said she grabbed Elesa by her black hair and pulled her head forward to in between her cleavage. Elesa squealed and tried to resist but she could not escape Diantha’s breast smother. Her vision went all black as her head slotted in between Diantha’s tits. Elesa screamed and kicked trying to escape but Diantha kept her head in place by her hair. “Shhhhhhhh go to sleep” Diantha whispered. Elesa’s thrashing slowed as she ran out of oxygen then she lay still. Smiling warmly Diantha took out her Pokeball. She placed it in between Elesa’s naked breasts and she was pulled inside tits first.

Elesa landed in a pile of bright pink glitter. By the time she had come too the timer was already at three. “fuck” she waded through the piles of glitter but it was already too late and the ball snapped shut. “Dammit, glitter really, I’m never gonna get all of this out of my hair” she moaned.

Flannery threw a punch straight for Sabrina’s face but the dark-haired beauty blocked the blow with her forearms. Sabrina grabbed Flannery’s arm and Irish whipped her across the ring. Unable to stop her momentum Flannery bounced off the rings ropes and went back the way she came just as Sabrina raised her foot. Flannery ran face-first into Sabrina’s kick and with a yell of pain, she collapsed to the ground holding her face. Sabrina got out her pokeball. “You belong to me now,” she said.

“That’s seriously creepy” Flannery groaned still lying on the floor.

“Creepy?” Sabrina said her voice rising.

“Yeah I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile once”

“I’ll show you creepy“ Sabrina’s eyes began to glow a purple colour. Her hair started to wave as if it was caught in the wind. She raised her hand and pointed it at Flannery.

Flannery yelled as she felt her trousers move by themselves, they slid down her legs revealing her black thong which itself began to move. Her panties tightened around her pussy all by themselves giving Flannery an extremely painful wedgie. she screamed as her panties dug into her pussy showing a camel toe.

“That’s right scream bitch,” Sabrina said coldly her hand still outstretched.

“This really isn’t making you any less creepy” Flannery managed to say through her screams of pain.

Sabrina glowered and Flannery’s panties were pulled up even more. Flannery howled loudly in agony. But Sabrina had pushed too hard on the thin fabric and with a loud snapping noise Flannery’s panties ripped in two. Relief flushed through Flannery and she started nursing her throbbing pussy. Sabrina’s pokeball rose into the air by itself and flew towards Flannery smacking her right in her naked pussy. With one more screech Flannery disappeared inside.

Flannery found herself on top of a pile of spoons. Weird. She scrambled over them trying to get to the exit before the time went out but the pain in her crotch and the shifting spoons underneath her was too much and she failed to get there in time. Sitting backwards onto the spoons she decided to spend the rest of the time tending to her aching pussy.

Sabrina floated the ball back to her hand. “That’s what you get for calling me creepy,” she said to the tiny Flannery inside.

Misty and Nessa slammed together their arms snakeing around each other’s waists pulling them both into a mutual bear hug. Their breasts bumped together as their bodies intertwined. “Just because you’re new doesn’t mean I’ll go easy on you,” Misty said grinning squeezing Nessa hard.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way” Nessa replied returning the squeeze. They both began to moan as their body was crushed in the others grip their faces flushing red. Nessa’s dark skin sliding past Misty’s pale skin as they both worked up a sweat trying to out squeeze the other. They closed their eyes and threw their heads back trying to crush the other’s body before their own gave out. After 30 seconds it was not clear who had the advantage, at the same time they both relinquish their grip on the other and stood back breathing heavily their breasts rising and falling. “Not bad for a noob” Misty teased once she had her breath back.

“There’s plenty more from where that came from” Nessa said. She dashed forward and grabbed Misty by her orange hair and pulled harshly. Misty shrieked as she was pulled forward but managed to grab Nessa’s long locks and pulled in return. Screaming at each other they entered into a hairpulling contest, each of them digging their claws into the other's hair and pulling as hard as they could. Bent double both women began to circle their hands locked in the others hair. They went round and round unwilling to let go first. Nessa had a lot more hair for Misty to attack but Nessa had managed to get a good handful of the bit of Misty’s hair that stuck out so she managed to hold her own. With both of their scalps on fire, they felt like they would tear each other’s hair out at any moment. Misty relinquished one handful of Nessa’s silky smooth hair and sent a fist right into her exposed stomach. Nessa grunted huskily as Misty’s punch knocked the wind out of her. With one hand still in her hair, Misty sent several more strikes into Nessa’s toned stomach causing the black woman to gasp with every blow. She let go of Misty’s hair and clutched her reddening stomach. Misty then sent a powerful uppercut into Nessa’s chin sending her falling to the ground moaning. “Nice try but your mine now,” Misty said grinning. She threw her pokeball and the hurting Nessa was sucked inside.

Splash. Nessa was submerged underwater, he sudden coldness shocking her out of her stunned state. Kicking her legs, she surfaced to see that half of the ball was filled with water with only a small ledge to rest on. The timer began to tick down. But luckily for Nessa you didn’t get to be a water type gym leader without being a good swimmer. Nessa kicked her powerful legs in a forward stroke her aching belly and stinging scalp slowed her down but she managed to slap her hand on the release button as it ticked to one.

Nessa exploded from the pokeball with a spray of water. She landed on her hands and knees her ass sticking out. She was soaked from head to bottom. Her swimmers' outfit clung to her body making her sexy curves more apparent.

“Nice swimming technique but that won’t save you next time,” Misty said walking up behind her and grabbing her wet hair once but, Nessa surprised her by grabbing her wrist and judo throwing her over her shoulder. Misty cried out as she was slammed against the floor. Nessa put her legs on either side of Misty’s head and then she grabbed her top and pulled it off revealing her tits. Misty went bright red at the humiliation of being stripped. Nessa raised her hands above her head and smacked them down across Misty’s tits. A loud slapping noise rang out and Misty shrieked loudly. Nessa continued to send slaps raining down on Misty’s tit causing her to scream loudly with every hit. When Misty’s breasts were bright red Nessa thought she might be ready to be captured. As she reached for her pokeball Misty massaged her aching tits groaning. “I’m sorry Misty but I’ve got to do this” Nessa said tapping her ball on Misty’s forehead.

It was Misty’s turn to splash into the water of Nessa’s pokeball which looked identical to her own. Once she got her baring she began to swim for the release button. Misty too was a very strong swimmer however with every stroke her red breasts throbbed painfully and this slowed her down. She got there just as the timer tick zero and the ball sealed. “Dammit” Misty cursed. She swam over to the small ledge to wait out the rest of the match. That new Nessa girl was really something, Misty hoped she’d get another opportunity to fight her.

Korrina was employing a hit and run tactic on Olivia. The speedy blonde would go in sending quick strikes to the older woman then getting out of range before she could counter-attack. Olivia knew that Korrina was slowly but surely working down her stamina to capture her. Grinning wildly Korrina dashed in and sent to quick punches into Olivia’s ribs causing her to grunt, then she dashed away but this time Olivia was ready. Just in the nick of time, Olivia grabbed Korrina by her trailing ponytail. Korrina squealed as she was pulled backwards by her hair. Olivia kicked her in her back sending her down to the ground she transferred her hold from her hair to her arms placed her knee at the small of Korrina’s back and began to pull. Korrina screamed as she was subjected to this painful submission hold. Olivia pulled back on her arms whilst digging her knee into her back. Korrina’s breasts strained against her top as her whole body was pushed forward, her mouth open eyes wide. “You’re a fighting type trainer aren’t you, you should be able to take a little punishment” Olivia taunted pulling even harder on Korrina’s arms.

“AAAAAAAAHH BITCH!” Korrina screamed.

Olivia continued the hold until Korrina stopped screaming and her head flopped down. Smiling she let go and Korrina slumped to the ground moaning. “Nice try but your no match for an island kahuna little girl,” Olivia said taking out her pokeball from her cleavage. She knelt next to the hurting blonde and went to tap her pokeball on her forehead but before she could Korrina suddenly lashed out knocking Olivia’s Pokeball from her hand. “What?” Olivia spluttered stunned. With fury in her eyes, Korrina grabbed Olivia by her shirt and slammed their heads together. “AAAAAFFFAAAAAA” both women grunted Olivia came off worse staggering backwards holding her head. Her top had been ripped open and her gorgeous black tits spilled out. Korrina quickly rose to her feet and rushed Olivia sending two powerful punches into her exposed rack. “OWWWFFF” Olivia moaned clutching her breasts. Korrina ducked down and sent one fist straight into her pussy. Olivia screamed at the top of her voice collapsed one hand on her crotch the other still on her large tits.

“Gym leaders beat kahunas any day” Korrina took out her pokeball and as if she was pitching a baseball hurled it straight at Olivia’s head. The ball bounced off her head and opened sucking the half-naked woman inside.

Korrina’s pokeball contained an assortment of sports equipment such as footballs basketballs rugby balls and some baseball bats. Olivia found herself lying precariously on the balls her tits squashed to her chest by a large beachball. Olivia made an effort to reach the timer but her breasts and pussy hurt too much and it was difficult to move through the sea of balls and so she failed to get there in time.

In the centre of the ring, Cynthia had come up against Diantha. Some of the other gym leaders stopped their fights to watch the two champions go at it curious to see which one of these powerful women would come out on top. Cynthia and Diantha had slammed their curvy bodies together. Diantha’s naked tits squashing into Cynthia’s covered bigger pair. One hand was wrapped around their opponents waste whilst the other was in their hair. Their faces were right next to each other their noses nearly touching. They could feel the other woman’s laboured breath on their skin as they continue to squeeze and pull each other’s locks. “I see you lost your top Diantha, your tittys are showing,” Cynthia said grinning.

“It was that slut Elesa, but I captured her just like I’m going to do to you” Diantha replied also smiling.

 “Bring it bitch” Cynthia challenged. Cynthia suddenly pushed forward knocking Diantha off her feet and sending her down to the floor with Cynthia on top of her. The Sinnoh champion crushed the Kalos champion’s tits with her own flattening Diantha’s breasts into pancakes. “OOOFFF” she grunted huskily. Cynthia smiled and wriggled her body on top of Diantha’s putting even more pressure on her tits. Gritting her teeth Diantha wrapped her legs around Cynthia’s waste. Cynthia gasped as Diantha began to squeeze. They rolled over with Cynthia trapped by her legs so now she was on top. Diantha bitch slapped Cynthia several times causing her cheeks to go slightly red, Then she grabbed the top of Cynthia’s coat and pulled ripping it off her leaving Cynthia in nothing but a tight blacktop and trousers. Diantha went to remove this as well but Cynthia had enough. She sank her fingers into Diantha’s dangling breasts and squeezed. Diantha screamed at the top of her voice and immediately stopped trying to strip Cynthia who continued to squeeze and pull on Diantha’s jugs until Diantha managed to pull away giving up her dominant position on top. Cynthia now unencumbered by her coat chased after the retreating Diantha who was covering her aching tits and trying to crawl away. Cynthia caught her by her white wings and Diantha fell to the ground at the sudden halt of her momentum. Cynthia sat on Diantha’s back and began callously ripping off her wings. Diantha squirmed and protested but there was nothing she could do to stop Cynthia from clipping her wings. “Sorry but there’s only room for one champion in this ring,” Cynthia said smiling. She grabbed Diantha by her silver hair and forced her head hard into the floor.

“UUUNNGG” Diantha moaned seeing stars. Cynthia tapped her pokeball on the back of her head and fell to the mat as Diantha was pulled inside.

Diantha fell into the mud. The remains of her white outfit immediately changed to a dirty brown colour as mud splattered it. She wiped the mud from her eyes and looked up at the count down. Quickly she got to her feet and ran for it mud-splattered tits jiggling. She was halfway up the side before it got to three. Just a few more steps she was going to make it. Suddenly she was grabbed from behind. “what the?” She looked behind her to see a mud-stained Clair holding onto her waistband of her trousers a furious look on her face. “No” Diantha continue to try and clamber up the sides but Clair held on tight and all this achieved was ripping the top half of Diantha’s trousers off revealing her white panties. She lunged for the release button but the damage had already been done. The counter clicked down to 0 and she was captured. “Why the hell would you do that” she turned back to Clair furious.

“If I have to sit here in this mud pit then you do too” Clair shouted back.

 “You bitch” Diantha growled.

“Slut” Clair shot back.

With a yell of anger, Diantha launched herself at Clair and the two furious women began to roll around in the mud together clawing at each other’s clothes hair and breasts.

“Oh no” Cynthia said watching as the two women began to mud wrestle. That was unexpected but amusing. She looked up from her pokeball and suddenly became aware that everyone else left in the ring was staring at her. They must have been watching her and Diantha fight as well. Cynthia grinned and thrust out her breasts and ass into a seductive pose. “Come on girls, come and get me”

Sabrina and Korrina immediately rushed at the champion both their breasts bouncing their hair swinging behind them. Just before they got to her Cynthia stepped back and they collided with each other instead. They had surprised looks on their faces as their breasts were unexpectedly bumped together. Cynthia then grabbed both of them by their hair and slammed their heads against each others. With a shriek, both Sabrina and Korrina fell to the ground dazed lying next to each other. Wasting no time Cynthia ducked down and grabbed them both by the legs twisting them painfully into a double leg lock hold. Sabrina and Korrina both began to scream as Cynthia applied two submission holds at once. This took a crazy amount of strength but the Sinnoh champion was up to the challenge.

Nessa watched from the sidelines. Despite her earlier victory over Misty she still felt too intimidated by Cynthia to answer her challenge and by the pained sounds that Sabrina and Korrina were making she thought it was the right choice. She felt a light tap on her shoulder and Nessa turned around to see Erika standing behind her. The mature woman still had the bottom of her outfit missing showing off her panties, and there was what seemed to be some metal shavings stuck in her hair. “You’re the new girl, Nessa aren’t you?” She asked with a friendly smile.

“Yes, I am,” she said a bit taken aback.

“Well I am Erika, would you mind if I tried to capture you?” She asked politely

“No,” Nessa said.

“Good” then Erika sent a fast slap right into Nessa’s cheek. Nessa’s head whip to the side and she stumbled backwards. Despite the pain, she nearly laughed, at the fact that Erika could be so nice and proper one moment and so aggressive in the next. Erika came in with another strike but Nessa was ready this time she caught her arm and twisted it painfully causing Erika to cry out. Nessa pulled her trapped arm behind her intensifying the pain and tried to force her down to her knees but Erika managed to grab some of Nessa’s hair and yanked on it. Both of them fell to the floor and struggled for dominance. They grunted as their bodies strained against each other Nessa grabbed Erika’s hair and pulled whilst also trying to force her head down with her other hand. Erika shrieked and kicked her bare legs kneeing Nessa in her stomach causing the black beauty to grunt as the wind was knocked out of her. Erika tried to kick her again and possibly knock her off her but this time Nessa caught her leg. She managed to manoeuvre herself so she was sitting on top of Erika’s back grabbed her other leg and pulled them backwards in a reverse boston crab.

“Nooooooooo” Erika shrieked as her legs stretched upwards painfully. Her green panties were clearly visible. She thrashed her arms but Nessa held on tight to her submission hold. Erika stopped thrashing and started sobbing weakly. Nessa let go of Erika’s leg but the grass gym leader didn’t try to get up from underneath her. Smiling Nessa placed her pokeball onto Erika’s perky ass and she was sucked inside.

Erika shrieked as she fell into the water. not being a particularly good swimmer she treaded water whilst time ran out. A hand reached down and helped her out of the water and onto the ledge. “Thank you Misty,” the now soaking wet Erika said.

“No problem, it will be nice to have some company in here” Misty smiled back.

 

Sabrina and Korrina were still trapped in Cynthia’s double leg lock. Both of them screamed and thrashed but neither could escape the champions hold. Sweat ran down Cynthia’s face but she seemed to be enjoying it. “I wonder which one of you is going to give out first?” She asked.

“Sabrina will” Korrina shouted arching her back at the pain.

“Like hell I will” Sabrina shouted shaking her head violently her black hair flying all around her, but she felt her body was reaching its limit. She needed a way out otherwise she would be giving in soon. Desperately she called on her psychic powers and stared at Cynthia. Suddenly Cynthia’s blonde hair flew up into her face. She gasped in surprise and loosened her holed for a split second but that’s all it took for Sabrina and Korrina to free themselves. Sabrina just lay on the floor trying to get her stamina back breathing heavily. Cynthia pushed her hair out of her face and was about to jump on both of them but Korrina lashed out with a kick which went straight up into Cynthia’s pussy. She screamed at the top of her voice and she fell over cupping her crotch moaning her eyes closed. “MMMMNNAAAA”

Hardly believing that she had managed to take down the champion Korrina quickly scrambled for her pokeball and went to place it on Cynthia’s breasts, but before it could her ball clicked against Sabrina’s who apparently had the same idea. “What are you doing, she is mine” Sabrina accused.

“No way I was the one who knocked her down” Korrina shot back.

“You’d still be trapped in her submission hold if it wasn’t for me” Sabrina shouted.

“Well she’d be still dominating you if it wasn’t for me” Sabrina shouted back.

“Creepy bitch” Korrina growled.

“Spoiled tramp” Sabrina said.

From either side of Cynthia’s prone body, they both reached up and grabbed each other’s hair. Squealing they wrenched each other’s head back and forth by their locks. black hair being tangled with blonde. With one impressively harsh tug, Sabrina lost her balance and fell to the floor and Korrina immediately straddled her. She moved up until Sabrina’s head was in between her thighs. Her white panties easily visible under her short skirt to Sabrina, then she began to squeeze her head with her thighs. “MMMMMMMMNNN” Sabrina moaned half at the pain and half at the humiliation.

“You should have spent more time exercising instead of lifting spoons” Korrina gloated.

Sabrina’s face was turning a bright red as it was squeezed. She was still weak from Cynthia’s submission hold but she wasn’t about to let this young spoilt brat beat her. Sabrina’s eyes glowed a slight purple colour. Suddenly Korrina’s top shot upwards over her breasts revealing her perky nipples. “The fuck?” Korrina said she grabbed her top and tried to force it back down over her tits but the piece of fabric resisted her. Distracted by her traitorous top Korrina stopped squeezing Sabrina’s head and let the psychic type gym leader get her hands free. Quickly she reached up and grabbed at Korrina’s newly revealed tits. Korrina screamed as her rack was crushed under Sabrina’s grip. Desperately she backed off but this only let Sabrina get back up and continue her painful hold on her orbs. Soon Sabrina had reversed her situation with Korrina now at her mercy. She continued to squeeze her tits until she felt like she had squeezed all the fight out of Korrina who was laying on the ground in a fetal position.

“Brains beats braun any day,” Sabrina said her pokeball slowly flying through the air towards Korrina by itself.

Suddenly Sabrina felt a strong pair of arms wrap around her waist. “Forget about me” Cynthia whispered in her ear.

“Shit” Sabrina swore remembering what she and Korrina had been fighting over. Cynthia who had recovered from her low blow picked Sabrina up with her arms and lifted her over her head backwards into a devastating suplex which shook the entire ring. Sabrina’s head was almost buried into the floor her eyes rolled back and she opened her mouth and her tongue fell out. Cynthia held her there in a suplex pin for a few seconds just to prove that she could then she let Sabrina collapse. It was clear to her that Sabrina was out cold. Casually she tossed her pokeball at her and Sabrina was sucked inside. Cynthia watched in amusement as she fell on top of the still wrestling Clair and Diantha knocking them all down into the mud. A moan got her attention and Cynthia turned around to see Korrina still lying on the ground slowly massaging her tits. “Ooo a freebie”

She walked over to Korrina who was too preoccupied with her sore breasts to see her coming but before Cynthia could capture her, she felt something heavy hit against the back of her head. There was a flash of light and she found herself falling into a pool of water. She gasped at the sudden coldness. She saw a button begin to tick down and immediately drove for it swimming as if she was a sharpedo. She pressed the escape button even before it reached three.

“Who was that?” Misty asked.

“Cynthia I think” Erika replied looking puzzled.

Cynthia returned to the ring but now she was soaking wet. Her top stuck closely to her body her large breasts very visible. Her hair dripping she looked around to see Nessa picking up her pokeball that she had thrown at the champion’s head.

“Clever girl,” Cynthia said realising what her plan had been. Nessa wasn’t trying to capture Cynthia she just wanted to stop her from getting Korrina.

“Thanks,” Nessa said smiling at the compliment.

“Let’s see how well you do head-to-head” Cynthia ran at Nessa but she was ready. She locked up with Cynthia in a test of strength with one hand and pulled at her hair with the other as Cynthia mirrored her. Both letting out grunts of exertion as fought for dominance over the other staggering back and forth. Cynthia’s wet breasts rubbed against Nessa’s making hers damp as well. This distracted Nessa just enough to make her lose her balance and fall to the floor. Cynthia sat on her back and wrapped her hands under her chin and pulled upwards applying the same camel clutch Clair had used on her earlier. Nessa moaned in pain but she was determined to hang in there. Cynthia smiled and continued to stretch Nessa’s curvy body as hard as she could. “Come on, newbie how long will you last,” she said teasingly. Nessa just moaned in reply. Cynthia laughed but then she felt someone wrap her arms around her throat. It was Korrina who had recovered enough to join in the fight again.

“I’ve got you this time” she growled applying a sleeper hold on Cynthia.

Cynthia grunted as the hold was applied but she couldn’t fight back without letting Nessa out of her camel clutch. She decided that she could power through, after all she was the champion. Korrina’s sweaty arms tightened around her head and began to squeeze.

Nessa still having her back stretched painfully by Cynthia glance backwards to see what was happening. Korrina had taken advantage of Cynthia whilst she was preoccupied, well two can play at that game. Nessa raised her legs and wrapped them around Korrina’s waste and began to squeeze. Korrina squealed but did not let go of Cynthia who would not let go of Nessa. All three women entered into a three-way endurance test each of them applying pressure to one of them and resisting pressure from another. Feminine grunts of exertion escaped their lips as they continued to struggle. Sweat began to form making their skin slippery so it was harder to keep their holds. Cynthia’s face was beginning to turn red but she wouldn’t let go of Nessa who’s back was in agony but she wouldn’t stop her legs squeezing Korrina who refused to let go of Cynthia. For a full minute, they stayed in this endless loop. The only sounds were gasps of pain and effort.

Beep

Beep

It took Cynthia a while to realise what she was hearing being trapped in Korrina’s arms. “Oh that’s the alarm, time up girls” she croaked out. With sighs of relief, they all let go simultaneously and flopped to the ground breathing hard. They were covered in sweat exhausted and their whole body ached but being the last three women standing gave them a sense of pride.

“All right,” Cynthia said sitting up brushing her blonde hair out of her face. “Let’s add up the scores“

They sat in the centre of the ring each of them hot and sweaty from their exertions. Korrina pulled her shirt back down to cover her tits and got out her pokeball. “I only got one,” she said pressing the release button. Olivia came spilling out her naked chest jiggling. “Oh is it over?” She asked looking surprised.

“Well I got two,” Nessa said releasing her captives. Misty and Erika appeared in a spray of water. They were both soaked and their clothes hung snugly to their bodies.

“Not bad, but not enough” Cynthia raised her pokeball smirking. “Read them and weep bitches” with a spray of mud Sabrina, Diantha and Clair appeared the latter two seem to be wrestling. In their fight inside the pokeball they had managed to strip each other naked and now were rolling around covered head to toe in mud. Their naked boobs mash together whilst they pulled each other’s mud-caked hair Diantha and Clair suddenly became aware they had an audience. “Oh,” they muttered together their faces turning bright red under their layer of mud.

“Well that’s three for me, Looks like I’m the winner,” Cynthia said raising her hands above her head. All the other women clapped apart from Diantha and Clair. Cynthia spent a happy moment soaking up the applause and then she said “I want to thank you all for participating in this event, even if you lost I hope you have had a great time, and I hope to see you next year”

After the others had been released from the pokeballs and they had a nice shower it was time for them to set off.

“See you around Misty” Nessa waved.

“Yeah, it was nice to meet you” Misty smiled.

“Bye,” Nessa said. She was about to leave but a hand was placed on her shoulder. She turned round to see the busty Cynthia standing there.

“I just wanted to say well done,” Cynthia said. “This was your first time here and you came in second place, that’s very impressive”

Nessa blushed deeply. “Thank you, Cynthia”

“Can I expect to see you here again next year?” Cynthia asked hopefully.

“Oh yes I haven’t had this much fun in ages,” Nessa said smiling, and then after a hesitation “And next time, I’ll kick your ass”

Cynthia laughed “Hahaha you’ll try”