Flannery Plushie Peirl - Commission - WIP - 7/4/24 (Patreon)

Contains: Pokemon Plushies, haunted, swimsuit, chasing, and intimate cuddling,

Flannery wakes up in the middle of her gym, clad in nothing but a snug one-piece swimsuit as she is chased by massive plushy Pokemon who seem determined to cuddle her.

It was a peaceful night, the full moon shining brightly upon the empty gym through the skylight as a soft breeze swept over the building. Stirring back and forth on the soft sandy arena lay Flannery, the fit and breathtakingly beautiful leader of the gym sleeping restlessly as she moaned in her sleep. Strangely, she was wearing nothing but a navy blue one-piece swimsuit, contrasting fittingly with her bright red hair while perfectly complimenting her fit and slender physique. The sand was soft and warm, not completely uncomfortable to lay on, but not a particularly great place to sleep.

“Mmmmmhgh… finally, the young woman opened her eyes, laying on her side as she gripped the sand between her fingers. It took her a few moments to realize that she wasn't lying on her bed, her eyes wide open as she lifted her hand, the tiny shimmering grains of sand slipping between her fingers like sugar. Sitting back up, she froze as she found herself in the middle of her own gym, her shocked gasp echoing throughout the surrounding walls as the moonlit sky beamed down upon her from the skylight. At first, she thought she was dreaming, until she realized just how vividly warm the sand felt beneath her legs, gently brushing and shifting underneath her thighs like a soft mattress.

It was only at that moment that she realized that she was no longer in her nightgown, but her favorite one-piece swimsuit. “Ehh!?” she gasped as she grasped the shiny spandex fabric that clung to her skin, tugging at it before letting it snap back against her body. Sure enough, she could feel the snug swimsuit wrapped around her as clearly as the sand squishing under her legs, as well as a cold shiver that washed over her body. Flannery had no idea how long she had been here, looking around the dim vacant gym illuminated only by the soft Moonlight from above. But one thing was certain, this was no place for her to sleep, especially in a swimsuit. Standing up, she stepped out of the sand pit and stepped onto the cold concrete floor, making her way through the maze-like stadium.

Flannery kept her arms crossed over her chest, feeling self-conscious and a bit exposed in her one-piece as the cold air tickled her skin, blushing bashfully as she tried to remember how she got here. Had someone brought her here while she was sleeping? And why did she wake up in a swimsuit of all things? The woman's head spun with questions and speculations as she daintily tiptoed her way around the sand traps, trying to piece together the gap in her memory, unable to remember what happened after she got into bed. All the while, the surrounding sand traps began to shift and stir, as if reacting to a tremor, or movement from underneath. “Are my Pokemon playing a prank on me?” she whispered to herself. “It would make sense if my Blaziken or Chandelure Brought me here, but why in the world would they dress me up in my bathing suit?” no matter how hard she Hypothesized, she couldn't think of a reasonable explanation as to why she ended up here. With an uneasy sigh, she tried to put it out of her mind as she focused on getting to the locker room, perhaps she had some spare clothes stored there. Or if she could find her phone at the very least she could call her Pokemon to pick her up.

“Heeheehee…” Flannery stopped with a jolt as she heard what presumably sounded like soft giggling, an ice-cold shiver running down her spine as she quickly turned around. There was nothing, just the empty hallway she had walked past. Standing completely still, she took a moment to scan her surroundings, looking for anything that moved. Seeing that no one was there she rubbed her forehead with a sigh, thinking that her mind was just playing tricks on her. “I didn't realize how spooky this place could be at night.” she whispered to herself. “Spoooookeeeey!” Flannery’s eyes shot wide open in fear, hearing what was clearly a high-pitched whisper echoing through the hall, looking back and forth to see where the voice had come from. “Oooooooh!” Another squeaky voice whispered. The young woman spun around with a flinch, trying to figure out where the voice was coming from, but the high-pitched voice only echoed throughout the surrounding walls. “The water plushies!” the voice said, reverberating throughout the hall as if the room itself were speaking. “They’re gonna get you! Hehehehe…”

In a mix of fear and confusion, the woman wrapped her arms over her belly as her legs shuddered beneath, struggling to make sense of what the voice was saying. “Water… plushies?” she whispered to herself, the ominous squeaky voice dissipating with a distant giggle. As silence enveloped the hallway, the young woman desperately tried to convince herself that the spooky voice was just in her head. At that moment, she heard the sand traps around her beginning to shift, sand rustling back and forth as if they were alive. “Ohhh…” she squeaked uncomfortably, stepping back as she accidentally stepped her foot into one of the nearby sand pits, turning around just in time to see a pair of bulbous green eyes poking out from the pit. Before she could even react a large 6-foot Politoed leaped out from the sand, its arms outstretched as it reached down towards her. “WHAAAAA.” she squealed, stumbling back before its large beaded paws could reach around her.

The woman fell on her butt as she scrambled back away from the large green Pokemon, only to realize that it wasn't actually a Pokemon at all. Along its body, she could see several seams and big noticeable wrinkles of fabric, it's moving it's a bit clumsy and almost as if it had no structure or skeleton. If she didn't know better, she would have assumed it was a giant living plushie. Before she could even begin to question the absurdity of it, multiple other large Pokémon began bursting from the sand traps. To her right, a large 7-foot Feraligatr plush jumped up with a smile, its large cuddly arms raised in the air with enthusiasm as it looked down at her. From another sand trap to her left, a massive Blastoise plush crawled out, its eyes narrowed on Flannery while its shiny velvet tongue lapped across its pillowy mouth. And from the sand trap right behind her, a Poliwhirl stepped out with its arms stretched towards her with its large pillowy gloves.

Flannery didn't even have the time to scream, her reflexes kicking in as ducked underneath the Poliwhirl’s gloves and rolled between its legs as it grasped at her. Before the giant plushie Pokemon could turn around, she scrambled back on her feet and immediately bolted down the hall. The large lumbering Pokemon just watched as she jumped and weaved past the sand pits in her path, her swimsuit allowing her plenty of movement and agility as she ran. But rather than chase after her, the plush Pokemon smiled with anticipation as the Politoed puffed out its pillowy throat like a balloon, before spitting its tongue out. Just as Flannery was about to turn the corner she felt something soft whip around her waist, halting her escape with a squeezing tug as what appeared to be a long red spandex ribbon had coiled around Flannery's midsection,

Flannery turned her head back with a gasp as she realized that she was entangled in the Politoed’s elastic tongue, slowly pulling her back as she slipped and stumbled back along the smooth concrete. Even as she leaned forward and tried to push forward, the tongue only stretched slightly as it tightened around her waist, wincing in discomfort as she was slowly pulled toward the eager plushies. Both the Poliwhirl and the Feraligatr kept their arms outstretched towards her, as if reaching out for a hug. The Blastoise on the other hand, just smirked as its two pillowy cannons emerged from his shell. At this point, Flannery could only slip helplessly as she was pulled towards the plushies, the distance between them closing as she grabbed the elastic ribbon-like tongue binding her. The Politoed’s bulbous eyes widened as she began untying herself from its tongue, gripping the ribbon-like appendage tightly in as she quickly began to unravel herself from its hold.

Despite the Pokemon toad’s efforts to keep her entangled, Flannery managed to slip free from the spandex tongue, which snapped back into the Politoed’s plushy maw like a rubber band. At that moment, the Blastoise aimed at the swimsuit-clad Gym leader and fired a large blue plush ball directly at Flannery, who stumbled with a squeal as the massive projectile knocked her off her feet. In that brief moment, the surface squished around her like memory foam, swiftly enveloping her as she was pulled into its plushy depths. In an instant, the world became soft, dark, and muffled as the ball bounced across the hall, landing in one of the sand traps as it sunk into the floor; disappearing beneath the soft grains that shimmered in the overhead moonlight.

Descending deep into the building, the sand trap would eventually lead the plush ball into a large cave of some sort, falling from the ceiling in a shower of glimmering sand as it landed safely on the stone floor with a soft Pomf. For a moment, the ball remained completely still, until Flannery’s muffled voice could be heard groaning within its confines. Deep within the ball, the woman was squeezed from head to toe by soft pillowy cotton, hugging her every curve like the swimsuit wrapped around her body. Pushing pushing and shoving at the surrounding fabric, the gym leader managed to slowly climb her way through the pillow ball as her hand emerged from the puckered opening leading to the outside. With some effort, she managed to pull herself free from the plush ball, her body collapsing on the stone surface beneath her as she caught her breath, it felt like she had just finished wrestling a sleeping bag.

When she finally got up, she looked around the unfamiliar cave, her mouth wide open as was mesmerized by the surrounding waterfalls and running rivers. Glimmering stalactites dripped from the ceiling, the loud but calming sound of splashing waterfalls echoing throughout the shimmering walls illuminated by the glowing rivers spread across the cavern. It was so beautiful it looked like a swimming resort rather than a natural cave. “Huh… so this is where my traps lead,” she said to herself letting out a sigh as she stood up. “Whatever, I have to get out of here before those plushies follow me down here.” she said walking towards one of the nearby rivers as she readjusted her spiky crimson hair into a bun. “I guess it's a good thing I already have my swimsuit.” she sighed.

But just as she was about to step in, a large figure erupted from the water with a splash, scaring the daylights out of Flannery as she lept back. The splash subsided in a sprinkle of glimmering mist, the young woman stepping back in shock as she stood before a large stuffed Milotic, looking down upon her with a smile as water droplets rolled off of its shiny satin fabric. Even while sitting in the water it remained completely dry, letting out a deep giggle as it slithered onto the rock. Just as Flannery turned to run, the Milotic snagged her arm with one of its long cushy fins, tugging her back as it leaned its large head next to her. “Going so soon?” the plushie teased in a soft feminine voice. Flannery’s heart fluttered with a blush, its deep soothing tone tickling her eardrum with a whisper as its thick tail wrapped around her legs.