Cyndi's Trip to the Coumarine Coast

Cyndi was excited about going to the beach.  She had been to the beach once before, but she was too young to fully understand the majesty of it all.  Since she had grown up in Snowbelle City, the notion of sand was almost beyond her.  What she knew about sand is that it was the stuff in Skitty litter.

Perhaps what Cyndi looked forward to most about her coastal visit to Coumarine City was the new wardrobe she'd be buying.  She never had much use for bathing suits before and so buying one with her mother was a new experience altogether.   The first time she stepped out of the dressing room wearing a bikini, her mother commented at how much skin she was showing.  Cyndi felt exposed but weirdly enough excited by this different type of clothing.  She and her mother agreed on a nice teal bikini.

Once her family arrived at Coumarine Hotel, her father made her promise to use the swimming pool at the hotel until he felt she was ready to go into the water on her own.  Cyndi was a natural!  You'd think she was a water-type pokemon!  She was able to pick up all sorts of new types of swimming styles, like butterfly and even the backstroke.  It seemed as if she was made to be in the water.  It didn't take much convincing for her father to agree that she could handle the open waves at the beach.

The sand at the beach felt odd.  It was sticky without being gooey and it seemed to get everywhere.  This perturbed Cyndi more than she'd care to admit.  After all, it was making her nice new bikini seem dirtier than it was.  Her mother and father decided to sunbathe a bit before enjoying the picnic they packed.

Cyndi decided now was her time to finally enter the water. She ran headlong into the waves.  The splash almost knocked her down, but she quickly recovered and went deeper into the water.  She knew the ocean wasn't going to play nice if she was foolish, so she only ventured as far as her feet could touch bottom. "Here," she thought, "this would be a nice place to do some of the fancy strokes father showed me."

She frolicked in the water and every so often would wave at her family, just to let them know she was fine.  They would wave back but by the fourth exchange, they reclined further back and basked in the warm sunlight.

Her parents weren't the only ones watching her splash around in the water.  Her underwater antics drew the attention of someone who found her body more tantalizing and provocative with each new gesture.  About 30 yards away, a Malamar watched this young woman and her nubile young frame with rapt attention.

Cyndi heard a cry for help, as if it was some kid.  She looked around and she was the only one far out enough to hear it.  She heard the cry again.  Only now it sounded more pained.  She quickly swam in the direction of the noise.  Beyond the waves she could see a splashing. "There he is!" she thought to herself.  Within no time she reached the spot where she saw the furtive splashing.  No child could be seen.

Right then a tentacle wrapped around arm and leg.  The suction cups stuck to her skin and refused to let go. She inhaled deeply readying herself for a scream, but it was too late.  Her eyes met Malamar's.  He hypnotized her to stay calm and still.

Cyndi was dragged off to a buoy where Malamar knew she wouldn't be readily visible.  He knew that here he could have some fun before he started his meal.  His tentacles snaked underneath her bikini top and encircled her tits, pinching them with a slow kneading action. Other tentacles made their way into her bikini bottom. They forcefully broke the straps along the sides of her hips, leaving her exposed to Malamar's hungry eyes.  He pushed a tentacle inside her, feeling the hot wetness of her insides.  She was tight.  He opened his beak and tongued her clit to get her juices going.

Malamar could stand it no longer.  He quickly removed himself from her tits and her pussy and in one fluid motion brought all his tentacles around her neck, applying as much force as possible.  Within moments, there was an audible snap.  Cyndi's eyes started to dull as the life left her body.  Malamar tore flesh from bone with his powerful beak. Within 15 minutes he had picked her legs and torso clean.

By the time the rescuers found Cyndi's body, all that remained was a blood-stained skeleton and a broken bikini bottom.