Pokegirls Adventure Pt 1: Snatch 'Em All

Not gonna lie to you: this one turned out longer and odder than I'd expected. It's got some story, some adventure, some sexy wrestling, some regular sex, some humiliation, some world-building... not sure if it's too many flavors to have at once, but it's enjoyable. Enjoy a world of Pokemon where they're actually creatures in the forms of bizarre, magical, and variously sexy women, and everyone is totally okay with that. Part 2 is already on the Patreon, with 3 on the way soon.

It was the day that every teenager waited for. School was a joke for kids to coast through, and they generally weren't allowed to leave their hometown unless they were in some kind of armored bus or some kind of caravan full of trainers. After all, the world was full of pokegirls; strange and often magical creatures that resembled odd human women. Their powers and temperaments varied, but they all seemed to have two interests above all others: sex and fighting.
Humans had found a way to tame and contain them with the technology they called pokegirl balls (or pokeballs for short). While the system was rather foolproof, neither of the creatures' main uses and interests were something society wanted to expose kids to. So by the time they turned 18, kids all knew about the mystical creatures, wound up on a love of monsters and playing as kids, and now a good way into puberty to draw them to the feminine collectibles.
Marshall Baller was one of countless kids waiting on that birthday. He grabbed the backpack full of clothes, food and modern conveniences his mom had packed, pulled a baseball cap over his head for the Purple City Poliwraths, and ran for the local professor's lab as fast as his legs could go.
"Oh, hello!" The blonde and busty Professor Maple turned to face him as he burst through the door. "You must be-"
Marshall's hands whipped by as he flashed his paperwork, ID, and cell phone. "Here's my trainer license, proof of the exam, permission slip, and I read through the app and terms of agreement. I'd like Squirtle for my starter, please."
Professor Maple stared at him speechless for a moment, lifting the glasses off her nose to study him for a moment. "Er... yes. That seems to be in order. Just one more question... were you a boy or a girl?"
Marshall sighed. "I get that a lot. I'm a boy." He was on the thin side, slightly short and with smooth, straight hair that went near his shoulders. His youthful babyface had people questioning his age and even his gender all the time. A legal license showing just how old he was felt like a real load off for him.
"Oh, okay! So you're Marshall!" Maple chimed. "Alright, well, enjoy your Squirtle." She produced a pink and white orb topped off with a simple button for releasing and withdrawing the monstergirls. Marshall choked back a giggle. Seeing it up close reminded him of the schoolyard joke, and they really did resemble boobs. With a quick flash of thus-far inexplicable energy, his first pokegirl was revealed.
She looked like she was about his age, but she was plenty busty, and pokegirls were said to be basically immortal. They didn't age unless they "evolved," and even the little ones were tough enough to withstand bullets and bombs, which made them as big as threat as they were. Squirtle had bright blue hair, as if dyed with Kool-Aid, and a big excited smile on her face. She wore a pair of jean shorts and a bikini top, with a turtle shell-shaped backpack strapped on. A brightly colored supersoaker was gripped in her hands.
"Alrighty! Let's get wet!" Squirtle cheered with a happy hop in place, clearly glad to be out of her ball to stretch her legs (and bounce her boobs around). Pokegirls could pick up more of a vocabulary as they powered up, but they all seemed to know a few rudimentary phrases. Not that she needed to say much to catch his eye.
"Well it sounds like everything's in order then! You'll probably want to take the way up through the Green Green Forest. White City's on the other side with your first gym battle, and there's plenty of pokegirls to catch on the way."
"Sounds good." Marshall punched it in on his Pokemap App, firing up the GPS. She handed off his belt full of pokeballs, which he hung from the strap of his backpack. "You ready, Squirtle?"
"Alrighty!" she repeated merrily, raising her super soaker over her head. "I'm ready to squirt!"
Marshall went along the path North of town and into the forest. He messed around with Squirtle, letting her in and out of her ball to get used to it. Even if he knew all her moves from the movies and wiki's online, he had her take some practice shots. Her main thing was obviously water, particularly with her super soaker, but she was also pretty sturdy in physical combat too.
There weren't a lot of trainers around, since it was close to one of the common "starting" villages. There was rarely anything exotic out there, and no major Pokeshops. It was right outside the Green Green Forest that he found his first battle crawling through the grass.
A pokegirl poked her head out of the tall grass lining the forest, looking around lazily before drifting back down. The head was all he needed, with the telling purple hoodie bound around her head and the scrappy dark hair poking out. Pokepedia was built into Marshall's phone, but he knew his pokegirls when he saw then; Ekans, the snake-themed pokegirl.
"Sweet! They've got decent speed and a hell of a grip. Give her a shot, Squirtle!"
Squirtle gave a few pumps of her super soaker and nodded. "Alrighty! I'm ready to squirt!" She fired off some shots into the grass, unsure if she'd hit until Ekans burst out from the grass. She was a tall, skinny pokegirl, wearing purple sweats and hoodie (both of which were now wet with Squirtle's water). She bared her teeth and charged for Squirtle with her nails at the ready. It was the basics of pokegirls that the weaker you made them, the easier they were to capture, so he let the two girls go at it.
"The fuck do you think you're doing!?" Ekans snarled, rushing in even as Squirtle hit her with more of her water blasts. She took a few slashes at Squirtle with her dark-painted nails, Marshall's starter dodging or blocking most of them but getting several scrapes along her arms.
"Go get her, Squirtle!" Marshall shouted in vaguely helpful encouragement. Maybe it worked, because Squirtle aimed her gun at the ground and unleashed an impossibly dense burst of water. It flooded the grass in a few yards in either direction, so when Ekans finally tackled into her, they both crashed down into a pool of thick mud.
Ekans shook Squirtle's head by her blue hair, splashing her into the mud and water with little actual effect besides surprising her. "Stupid bitch!" Ekan hissed, the mess splashing up over her purple hoodie. Squirtle swung her hand up to pistol-whip Ekan across the face with the butt of her squirt gun, knocking the snake girl silly and landing on all fours. Squirtle jumped onto her back and splashed her on her face into the mud, punching at the back of her hooded head.
"Get dunked on, loser!" Squirtle taunted, Ekans holding her hands over her head defensively. When Squirtle was caught up in her wild attack (as was Marshall from watching his starter's jiggly breasts caught in a wet t-shirt), Ekans turned her head and bit into Squirtle's thigh. Squirtle yelped and recoiled, holding her leg gingerly. Ekans took the opening to suddenly kick up between her legs, the serpentine pokegirl as dirty a fighter as Marshall expected of poison types.
Squirtle rolled off clutching her crotch, landing on her back in the mud. She started to move to one knee to rise, just for Ekans spit on her face. When Squirtle recoiled, Ekans kicked her back into the mud and straddled her stomach, slapping the starter's breast back and forth vengefully. "Stay down, sssslut," Ekans hissed, raspily drawing out the last word.
Squirtle finally blocked one of the slaps with her arm, raising her water gun and blasting Ekans in the face with it. She yelped and recoiled, but stayed on top as she grabbed Squirtle by the tits. "Let's see how those taste, bitch!" she snarled, opening her mouth wide and lunging in to bite into her tender breast meat.
"Squirtle! Use Shell Shield!" Marshall called to her. The pokegirl's instincts kicked in and she pulled one strap of her shell-shaped backpack, yanking it in front of her like a shield. Ekans gags as she gets a mouthful of leather instead of flesh, pulling back while tangled up in the straps and pouches of the pack. She tripped over in the mud, trying to untangle herself while Squirtle grabbed the hem of her sweatpants.
"Not so fast!" Squirtle declared as she yanked the pants down in one pull. Ekans gave a humiliated shriek, starting to kick and thrash frantically. It only made removing the pants easier, exposing her bare ass and perfectly shaven crotch to Marshall. He had seen them come up during some of the matches on tv, but it was his first time being personally exposed to pokegirl pussy.
Squirtle seemed to catch him staring, because she forced open Ekans' legs and propped one up with her elbow. "Ahhh! No!" Ekans yelped, trying to squirm away from the water pokegirl as she saw where her next attack was going. Squirtle poked the business end of her super soaker inside Ekans' twat. That alone got a startled moan out of the snakegirl, as if the fight had aroused her more than hurt her. She squirmed as Squirtle lightly pumped the barrel of her squirt gun inside her, putting on something of a show for Marshall before she gripped the trigger again.
"Let's get wet," she teased before there was a thick burst of water from her gun, spraying a mix of water and Ekans' pussy juices out into the mud. The snake pokegirl wailed and writhed, her hips bucking around the phallic tip of the weapon. The powerful jet of water kept blasting into her clitoris, and soon the hooded pokegirl's eyes rolled back and her mouth hung open as she collapsed from pleasure into the mud.
Squirtle twirled her water gun before licking the tip, suggestively meeting Marshall's eyes. He caught himself gawking long enough to grab one of his pokeballs. "Shit, right," he scolded himself. He ran closer and chucked it into the girl, bouncing off her hoodie. The hi-tech ball floated in the air as Ekans turned into the same mysterious red energy, floating around the ball until it was sucked inside. The ball snapped shut and flew back onto his belt of balls, now with a purple dot marking its front (or "the nipple" as some called it).
"Fuck yea, Ekans! We're on the way, Squirt!" Squirtle smiled proudly as she stood up, running over and hugging Marshall with a thick splat, smelling of sex and fresh mud. "Oh... right. Maybe let's clean up first."
Marshall made a quick camp to scrub down Squirtle. Her water-friendly clothes easily washed up, and her gun made it so they didn't even have to find a river (though watching a cute girl hosing herself off did help Marshall lose track of the time). He recalled Squirtle into her ball and followed the path back into the woods. Somehow, the energy in the pokeballs kept the pokegirls rested and fed, so it was the best place for the two after they both went through their first fight. Before too long, the trail proved too quiet for him. He could only wave at passing trade caravans and look up moves for his team of two for so long. He finally went off the path, deciding that the pokegirls knew better than to simply walk along the road like normal people. A few Pidgey pokegirls flew off before he could spot them, but he finally found paydirt.
He spotted a Mankey scampering up a tree while he was hiking through some bushes. Marshall crouched down low to scope out the new pokegirl and dig up his memories about her ablities. Mankeys were deceptively short and thin, with tanned skin and white hair. She had a cute little button nose, and at a glance looked like a pretty harmless girl, but there were all sorts of old stories warning people about pokegirls dooming people like mermaids or sirens from the even older tales. They were always stronger and more dangerous than they looked.
The white hair ran down the skin of the Mankey's shoulders and back to mark her inhumanity. She wore a loose-fitting and beat up karate gi for a shirt and shorts, with a thin monkey tail poking out from the butt. Mankey looked skinny, but when she climbed, her lean limbs bulged with the wiry muscle of a professional runner. She wasn't big enough to lift Marshall over her head, but she could probably break something if she had a clear shot at him.
Of course, a fist-fighting monkeygirl wasn't much for a ranged fight. Lead in with Squirtle with Ekans on backup, and he could bag her before she knew what hit her. He grabbed for his pokeballs... and felt nothing there. He spun around to find three more Mankeys that snuck up behind him, holding his belt full of pokeballs and sniffing at them curiously. "What's that? What's that?" one of them chirped inquisitively. Well, shit.
"Hey! Give those back!" Marshall snapped and swung a hand at one of the thieving pokegirls. She darted back so quickly she had no trouble evading Marshall's grasp. She giggled as one of the other Mankeys shoved him in the stomach. Marshall landed on his back and two of the Mankeys were instantly crawling over him, sniffing and groping at him curiously. He quickly stopped resisting, settling on just squirming uncomfortably. He knew better than to piss off the stronger wild women. There was no telling what they might do.
Good example: one of them kissed Marshall full on the mouth. His eyes went wide as her tongue pushed between his lips, her strong hands taking and squeezing his hands. She sat down on his chest, leaning far over to keep their lip lock, and he could feel her warm, damp crotch pressing down on him. Marshall recalled the one thing all the pokegirls had in common: they were obsessed with fighting and sex.
"Ah! Wait a minute!" Marshall tried to buy his time, but the other Mankey pulled down his pants. For all his struggling, his body was still reacting to being covered in warm, cute, horny women, and he couldn't stifle an erection.
Her eyes widened with delight at the sight of his hardon. "Nummys!" she chimed and popped his shaft into her mouth in one quick gulp. He had fooled around with human women before, but this was simply something else. They went after him with a primal passion that only came from being a species that was exclusively females. His objections and shouts instantly turned to moans as her strong tongue circled around his rod like some kind of sensual shark. The other was still mounted on his chest, kissing all over his mouth and neck while rising and falling with his intensifying breathing.
"Noooo, no ooh! Yes! Wow, just like that!" Marshall's hormones took over for his brain. He found himself humping against the pokegirl's mouth instead of thrashing around, and his shouts were replaced by moans. The Mankey that was kissing him shifted up his body and tugged down her pants, revealing a tight, wet snatch with a short but curled bush of white hair. Marshall's mouth watered just from looking at the sexual center of her muscular thighs, which gave off a fragrant scent of honey and fruit (not nearly as sweaty or musky as he had expected).
He was so caught up in the sight that he barely noticed a third Mankey come over and push the one that was on his cock, nuzzling her face against it like a cat and licked over it curiously. The two had a brief squabble and shoving match before they started competitively licking and sucking on it between the two of them, looking up at Marshall as if expecting him to be a judge. He didn't make for a very good one, since the first Mankey finished losing her pants and sat on his face.
"Ooooh! Gonna keep em!" she chirped excitedly, already grinding on Marshall's face with passion and energy.
One of the ones at Marshall's waist popped her mouth off his shaft long enough to add her two cents. "All mine!"
"No, all mine!" squeaked the third.
This was it, he seemed to concede. This is how his adventure would end. Kept as a sex hostage by a pack of humanized monkeys. The fourth one was still poking around at his belt of pokeballs out of his reach, even if he wanted to try to make a break for it, but the primal, aggressive sexuality of the pokegirls grinding and sucking on him it was hard to find the motivation. He started to thrust and moan louder as the two lower Mankeys found his balls and were softly toying with each of them. "Oh god! Oh fuck! Yes, yes!" he panted between thrusts from the Mankey riding his face, her sweet juices smearing over his lips and face as her hard clit started brushing against his mouth and tongue. He was about to cum into the faces of the two pokegirls when there came a huge cracking noise. The girls all froze, looking in the same direction as Marshall at the sound. A small tree toppled over, then another as a low rumbling noise and a huge humanoid figure started to come from deeper in the woods.
There were some kinds of pokegirls that were just called "rares." They were generally stronger than your random pokegirls, but harder to find and usually with some major quirk or another. Technically Squirtle was a rare, since they didn't pop up much in the wild and were raised by pokegirl ranchers as friendly and easy to work with starters. Their rarity made them harder to track, so they popped up all over the place at the strangest of times.
Apparently, his shouting had woke up a Snorlax. She was over six feet tall with dark skin and a plump build to her that looked like it had to weigh 300 pounds. Huge breasts and a round belly jiggled as she burst into the scene, a t-shirt stretched out above the protruding stomach and some stretch pants coating her beefy legs. Even without memorizing Pokepedia, Marshall knew just by looking at her that she was a tank in raw power as well as weight, since she had to move all that fat around somehow.
"Who the hell woke me up!?" she roared angrily in a high but husky voice. The Mankeys shrieked and tried to scatter away from the downed Marshall, but the Snorlax swung a hefty leg like a wrecking ball. It smashed into the nearest monkey girl and sent her flying through the woods like she was shot out of a canon, which fortunately made her drop Marshall's belt of pokeballs. The two Mankeys on his dick let go to pounce at the Snorlax, flailing their nails and fists at her wildly. If the beefy pokegirl felt it, she didn't show it as the Mankeys clung to her huge breasts, clawing and biting.
"Don't you know what time it is!?" Snorlax snarled, palming the two girls by the head and spiking them into the ground with an earth-shaking crash. The Mankeys gave some quick shrieked before collapsing into the grass. Marshall just gawked at the sight as she sat up and pulled up his pants. He weighed his odds quietly, deciding that he was in no mental state to deal with the BBW of a pokegirl right now. He kicked at the last Mankey, and the monkeygirl squeaked and darted out of the bushes. It looked like she'd made it away before Snorlax suddenly sat down, planting her wide ass cheeks down on top of her. The Mankey thrashing for a few seconds as Snorlax simply folded her arms and waited. The smaller pokegirl gave a last minute gag before she stopped twitching and passed out under the smothering buns.
Marshall looked over the wreckage of the area, where even trees had been knocked down by the big brown powerhouse. He certainly didn't think he could fight it right now, even as he reclaimed his pokeballs, but...
Snorlax looked up suddenly. Right at him. Marshall gulped and grabbed a spare pokeball, rushing out into the clearing. "Gotcha!" he shouted, tossing the ball for one of the downed Mankeys. The orb made a popping noise and sucked her up, with Marshall catching it in midair and running before he bothered to wait and see if it was actually captured. If a pokegirl was knocked out, it was a safe bet that it would be caught, but there was a complex formula to how the balls worked that never guaranteed anything. Still, he was no dummy, and no half-decent trainer left some KOed pokegirl around without trying. It wasn’t until later that night that he’d realize how risky that was to possibly have a confused kung fu pokegirl explode out of her ball and right into his face.
"Who are you calling fat!?" Snorlax bellowed, and he could feel the ground shake beneath him as he ran. Not now! Not with him blueballing, no plan, and without any underwear on!
“Squirtle, quick! Use Seafoam!” He popped his starter out, the pokegirl drawing her squirt gun and with a few pumps, blasted out a wide, fine spray of water between Marshall and Snorlax. “It’s bath time!” she cried triumphantly.
"Hey!" Snorlax boomed as Marshall just kept running. He dove through some bushes with Squirtle right behind him, just to find that they were hiding a hillside. He tumbled down, managing to avoid any trees before he rolled to a stop. Squirtle had skillfully shifted her backpack in front of her to sled down on it and come to a stop behind him. They listened quietly as the booming steps of the Snorlax went past their spot.
"Good work, Squirtle." Marshall panted, patting her on the leg. Squirtle gave a little whine and watched him expectantly. He looked where she was staring, finding himself dirty and scraped up from the chase and the fall. "Oh, yea. I guess pokegirls don't really bleed do they? It'll be fine." Squirtle brought out her water gun and aimed it at him, and Marshall winced. "Ah! I'm sorry! What'd I say?!"
Squirtle took careful aim and blasted a warm current from her gun, cleaning off his various scrapes and scratches. They even felt a bit better, as if there were some kind of medicine in them, but maybe it just felt that good after such a hard day of hiking and excitement. "Oh... thanks," he smiled, flopping back on the grass to rest. It worked out pretty well until he realized he'd been shot with a few jets of warm water, and that they not only cooled but started to pool under him.
"You know what? Let's go dry up. I need a break after all that."
Marshall was resting and starting to feel a bit better. It was a warm day, so he'd started a small campfire (one of the few useful things the public schools taught him in the world of pokegirls) and left his clothes out to dry nearby. He had decided to wait them out in just a pair of shorts rather than risk getting another set of clothes dirty. Green Green Forest was something of a hike too get through, so he wanted to conserve whatever resources he could. It was why he left his new Ekans and Mankey in their pokeballs, but he let Squirtle stay out to keep him company. She kept staring at him intently, and it seemed the least he could do for all the work she'd done for him today.
"Get wet?" she offered with a curious tilt of her head.
"Yea, sorta. Thanks," Marshall said with a weak smile. It was awkward to get naked in front of her when he'd changed clothes; she watched him so closely the entire time, like she was assessing him for anything she could do at any moment.
Squirtle frowned, clenching her fists in her lap. She set her water gun down beside her, opening her mouth and gesturing but not making any more than a few clipped words. "Wet... All... Squi..." She gave a frustrated little growl, which Marshall had to admit was pretty adorable to see her pout. She folded her arms under her boobs, and Marshall adjusted his shorts as inconspicuously as he could.
Squirtle finally managed to spit out a slow and clumsy sentence. "Do you need help?"
Marshall gave her a surprised look. He knew that pokegirls picked up English the more time they spent around people, but he was surprised that it was the first thing she's learned to say. It was kind of sweet.
"Yea, I'll make it. Just a few scratches, really."
Squirtle crawled closer to him, eyes wide and innocent. He froze up as she reached for him, resting her hand on his hardon through his shorts. "Do you need help?" she repeated a little more steadily. Marshall swallowed hard. Her big hopeful eyes and her big, dangling breasts seemed to take "No, I'm fine" out of his vocabulary, especially after his time spent with the Mankeys.
He stared at Squirtle for a bit before he leaned in and kissed her. Squirtle didn't seem as surprised as he expected, and they'd barely locked lips when the pokegirl slid her wet and surprisingly cool tongue into his mouth. It felt as if she had just finished eating a popsicle. She groped Marshall's cock through his shorts before slipping her hand in past the waistband, stroking it more directly. Between that and the sudden makeout session, Marshall's young member had no problem keeping hard in her grip.
It was intense and intimate, and Marshall felt immensely exposed and vulnerable. He still closed his eyes and ran his hands through Squirtle's short blue hair, pulling her closer until her hard nipples and soft breasts pushed into his chest. His body had been teased enough, and his instincts spurred him on faster. Fortunately, Squirtle's nature as a pokegirl had her on the same level already. The pokegirl balls made them cooperative and helpful, but it didn't do away with their basic instincts: fighting and fucking.
Squirtle wrapped her legs around his waist and leaned into him, pinning Marshall down in the grass. Unlike the pack of Mankeys, though, it felt comforting and welcome to the boy. She went on kissing him as she pulled down her jean shorts, exposing her smooth and trimmed bush to Marshall. He rubbed down and past her stomach, dipping into her unnaturally wet folds. Squirtle moaned and thrust against his hand, rubbing her warm inner walls against his probing fingers. Her juices ran down his fingers and onto her knuckles, and the panting, watery pokegirl's drool dripped down onto Marshall's chest. As unlikely as it seemed to him, it felt like Squirtle needed it as badly as Marshall did right now.
Marshall took Squirtle by the hips and brought them down on top of his. She gasped as she was penetrated, tensing up against him for a moment before she started to moan and rolled her hips. Her incredible wetness made the process incredibly smooth, sliding up and down his shaft as her breathing caught onto the rhythm of her pelvis. "Get... Getting wet..." she panted cutely as she rode Marshall with more enthusiasm than experience. He held onto her breasts, holding her up and squeezing the handfuls of flesh to further reward her efforts. He had been wound up for most of the day, and would be the first to admit that he didn't last long. Her high-pitched grunts and warm, slick pussy pulled an orgasm right out of him. Basic schooling also told him that pokegirls didn't get pregnant by humans, so he shamelessly came inside her. Squirtle bit her lip and shivered as his warmth coursed inside her privates, mixing with her own various fluids. Marshall fell to his back exhausted, sweating, and damp with Squirtle's fluids again.
His dick wasn't done twitching as Squirtle continued to grind on him, just to shudder sharply herself. He started to move his grip to her sides to steady her when she gave a shrill shriek. He pulled his hands back in surprise as she cried out. "I'm gonna squirt!!"
He'd just finished his own orgasm when hers came crashing down, spraying far more intensely than any girl he'd been with before. The current of her cum was strong enough to make him shudder as it stimulated his freshly emptied dick, but finally she collapsed on top of him. "Ohhh, wet and wild..." she cooed in one of her silly little catchphrases, getting a chuckle from Marshall. They laid tangled up together, letting her rest on him as he pet her hair.
"That better?" he asked, and Squirtle nodded quietly, blush across her cheeks. "Yea, me too. I needed that... just had to clear my head." He looked over at his clothes. The color was lighter than before, suggesting they were starting to dry out. He kissed Squirtle lightly before helping her off of him, pulling his shorts back on. "Now I think we're ready to go back there."
Squirtle tilted her head curiously at him. Marshall just smiled. "If we're gonna catch that Snorlax, we'll need a plan."
Marshall finally had some time to strategize. Ekans and Mankey had time to rest, and Snorlax wouldn't be hard to find. She'd just hard to catch. She had a trait that Pokepedia called "a heavy sleeper." If Snorlax was unconscious, she became much more resistant to being caught, so you couldn't really knock her out or put her to sleep. If you did, she'd just sleep off the fight and come back at you after a long wait. Not to mention that he'd just watched Snorlax take out four other pokegirls in one go, only one of which he'd been able to catch. He'd have to fight smart and, like Snorlax had, use surprise to his advantage.
It was easy to find the trail of wreckage and big, human-looking footprints of the overweight pokegirl. Marshall found her passed out in a small field, likely taking the nap she'd had interrupted earlier. Marshall had hoped to have a more dense part of the forest to use for cover, but this would have to do. No way was he going to pass up on a chance like this.
"Okay. Wakeup time, Squirtle."
Squirtle pumped her super soaker suggestively a few times before blasting a jet of water into the air. It arced a long ways up and came crashing down onto the hefty pokegirl. Snorlax sat up suddenly, sputtering as she wiped water from her eyes. The rest of it made her shirt and already tight pants cling to her wide breasts and body. Her eyes settled on Marshall and Squirtle as she growled lowly.
"Do you have any idea what time it is!?" she bellowed, barreling towards them with alarming speed for something so huge and angry.
"Go, Ekans! Use Burrow!" Marshall hurled the ball and it burst into a flash of light. The purple-clad pokegirl smirked at the towering opponent, adjusting her hoodie before she charged into battle. Snorlax threw a punch for her, but Ekans leapt like a diver into the ground as she started whirling like a drill (or a Bugs Bunny cartoon). She vanished underground while Snorlax's punch went wild, letting the chubby pokegirl stumble from her own momentum. She scowled down at the ground, stomping her big bare feet hard enough to shake the ground in her efforts to scare Ekans back up.
"OOOF!" Squirtle suddenly went flying head-first into Snorlax's pudgy stomach, knocking the big pokegirl back a few paces. Snorlax angrily grabbed Squirtle by her blue hair, lifting Marshall's starter off the ground as she yelped in pain. "You little shit!" Snorlax growled menacingly, but Ekans burst up from the ground behind her, the dirt falling off her hoodie rather neatly.
Ekans methodically kicked the back of Snorlax's leg, making her drop to her thick knees and release Squirtle from the hair pull. Squirtle's feet hit the ground and she spun around, smashing the butt of her water gun Snorlax across her chubby cheek. Snorlax staggered again, but still stayed on her knees. She kicked a chunky leg back to tag Ekans, sending her rolling across the grass. Snorlax turned to pursue her, but Squirtle jumped up and wrapping her arms around her neck into a piggyback chokehold. Snorlax gagged and stumbled while Ekans vanished back underground, but she grabbed Squirtle by the arms and flipped her over back over head.
"Uh oh," Squirtle chirped quietly as she dangled by her arms in the big and tan pokegirl's grip. Snorlax squeezed her into a bearhug, the smaller Squirtle giving a pained squeal as she was crushed against the big round boobs of the wild pokegirl. Squirtle kicked and Marshall winced, but even the slippery starter couldn't break free.
If that wasn't enough, Snorlax suddenly tossed her into the air. While she spun in a freefall through the open air, Snorlax gave a short hop and grabbed her while she was upside down. "Rest in peace, loser," Snorlax sneered, clamping Squirtle against her belly as she started to drop back down. Marshall recognized it as her signature move, the Sumo Suplex. It was a sure fire finish...
Fortunately, Ekans had finished with her part of the plan. She had been tunneling all around the battlefield, and when Snorlax's hefty weight came crashing down, both her and Squirtle suddenly caved in the ground beneath them. When the dirt and debris cleared, Snorlax was laying on her side, awkwardly trying to right her chubby form. Squirtle was laid out with her head spinning dizzily in the crude crater.
Marshall quickly threw out a pair of pokeballs, sucking Squirtle back into hers. "Good work, squirt. Okay, Mankey! Payback time! Use Submission!" The muscular little monkeygirl sprang out of her pokeball at the same time, landing on Snorlax's back. The dazed and beefy pokegirl reached back to grab her like she had with Squirtle, but the stronger and more nimble girl in her rugged karate gi skillfully grabbed Snorlax's arms and bent them behind her back. The chubby woman let out a short howl of pain followed by some grunting and squirming, but Mankey held on tight. It yanked her arms behind her back and puffed out her breasts, as well as draining the strength from the bigger foe.
"Just... five more minutes," Snorlax snarled, wriggling and jiggling to try and escape. Ekans popped out of the ground in front of her, now with a lit cigarette between her lips. Snorlax gave her a glare, but Ekans took a drag and blew some unnaturally purple smoke into her face. While Snorlax was busy bound and coughing, Marshall let his pokeball fly. After the usual tension and Mankey and Ekans backing off readily... it finally stopped. It was caught.
"Oh, hell yea!" Marshall laughed proudly.
"Hell yea!" Mankey repeated.
"Ah, shit. I am a terrible influence on you girls," Marshall sighed.
"Ah, shit," Ekans repeated, but with a sly grin on her face.
Marshall gathered up his things, checking up on Squirtle through the status tracker on the ball's holographic display. She'd be fine with some rest, and he could thank her then. Finally, though, he felt satisfied with making his camp and eating his dinner. He popped out his new Snorlax, the huge, tan , slightly bruised woman stretching out lazily.
"I still can't believe it," Marshall mused. "A Snorlax on my first day." He brought up her Pokepedia entry, just for Snorlax to grab the last hotdog off the fire and pop it into her mouth. "Hey! Give that back!"
"Just wake me when you're done," she yawned, curling up and dozing off, still munching on her snack.
"What? Wait, I'm not done talking!" Marshall poked her in the tubby side, his finger sinking in almost up to the knuckle. Snorlax just mumbled and rolled over, burying Marshall in a wave of sweaty breasts and soft belly. He completely vanished from sight underneath her until there was a flash of red and Snorlax vanished, leaving Marshall flat on his back with wide eyes staring up at the moon and some sweaty smears across his shirt and face.
"Okay... I guess I can work with that..."

Pokemon Hotel Catfight

another brawl between the ladies of pokemon, this time adding Allow from the new Alola region.

The trip to the Alola region had its ups and downs. The group has run into all sorts of pokemon and they’d spent a lot of time with Ash, but the girls had also picked up another rival for his attention. Mallow, the tan, green-haired local girl had started to tag along, leaving Misty, May, Dawn, Iris, and Serena to have one more person to be jealous of. The girls had spent more than they planned on souvenirs and pokemon items, so they had agreed to settle in the same cheap hotel room for the night.

Things could definitely have been better. They were several floors up, but even if they’d wanted to, they had been informed that the pool on the ground floor was being cleaned and wouldn’t be ready until tomorrow. The room was big enough for them all, but with a rough floor littered with splinters and uneven floors that caused their luggage to bounce and their feet to trip and slip up. It was a mess just to get into the room, and even then, they realized there was no furniture. The only thing they had to sleep in was a single hammock.

They had hardly gotten their things into the room when the arguing started for the one sleeping space in the room. The fact of the matter was that it was the hammock or curling up on the cold and scratchy floorboards. "I've been with him the longest!" Misty declared, stomping her foot and then wincing as it was stung by the rough wood of the floor.

"Well, I'm the local here," Mallow defended indignantly. "I've been here the longest."

"Oh yea? Then it's the easiest for you to just go home," Serena snapped at her. "At least someone like me could just squeeze in there with Iris to make the best of it."

"No way!" Iris insisted. "It'd be too much for any of your fat asses. I'm the only one who can even fit in there."

"Want to bet?" May gloated as she stormed right for the crummy hammock.

"You greedy little bitch!" Dawn snapped, stepping up behind May and shoving her in the back. The brown-haired girl stumbled from the push and fell on her stomach into the rough hammock, her hands and feel flailing on either side as her body swung on the hanging cloth. The girls laughed at her expense before May managed to reach out and grab Mallow by her bikini bottoms, pulling them straight down in her angry flailing.

Mallow shrieked and tried to pull away, but her feet were tangled in the lower half of her swimsuit and she couldn't go far without tripping. She tried to just stay put, swinging her arms for balance, but Iris darted up behind her and smacked her tanned and naked ass. Mallow yelped and jumped, which just made her fall flat on her chest on the floor. The rest of the girls took it as an excuse to let out their anger on each other, as Misty was quick to grab Serena in a chokehold from behind. The blonde clawed at Misty's arms while Dawn tackled into Iris. May managed to finally get some balance on the hammock, just to flip herself over and land bodily on Mallow's back.

Serena scratched up Misty's trapping arms, but the redheaded gym leader was still holding tight. Serena was kicking at the floor to try to get her footing, but like the rest of the group, she was just getting scrapes and splinters of her own from rolling on the floor. She instead reached up and pulled on Misty's hair with all her might, getting a shriek out of Misty as she had to let go of Serena's neck to hold her wrist and minimize the damage being done to her scalp. I allowed Serena to shift her position and slam an elbow back into Misty's breast, knocking her back and some fresh scrapes from the floor going across her butt from the rough wood.

Dawn had caught Iris by the wrists, pinning the smaller girl to the floor. Iris was still kicking her in the legs and sides, but Dawn's position didn't give her the same luxury. Instead, she just thrust her body forward, mashing her bigger tits into Iris' face. The tanned little fighter grunted and squirmed against the boob smother, but the greater weight was too much for her. Dawn pulled back to let her cough and shake her head a moment before going in for another, but Iris was quicker to cut her off by biting into the soft flesh of her chest. Dawn instantly let out a scream and pulled back to spot the dragon trainer's bite marks on her pale skin, rubbing the sore spot as Iris got up to her knees.

"You dirty little beast!" Dawn snapped at her, trying to grab Iris by the hair but the shorter girl suddenly uppercutting her in the twat.

"How's that for dirty!?" she crowed back.

Mallow groaned and squirmed, trying to crawl out from under May. It proved especially uncomfortable as her breasts and naked thighs were pushed into the rough wood of the floorboards, with May's weight not helping that any. She managed to catch May by the leg and pull, throwing her off her back so that they laid almost side by side. Mallow kicked wildly at May, and soon the two were a tangle of legs pushing and smacking at each other's hips and bodies. This was something of a harmless stalemate until Mallow's toe caught on May's top, pulling it up and baring the trainer's round breasts. May gasped and tried to cover up rather than counter attack, letting Mallow lift up her foot and slam her heel down on top of it. "AOOOH!" May gave a pathetic cry and curled up, hugging her chest as Mallow laughed at her pain.

"So much for your chances with Ash with a set of squashed tits!" Mallow taunted before kicking her in the ribs for good measure.

Mallow raised her foot for another punishing stomp when Serena tackled into Misty, sending the two tumbling over the floor. They kept shoving and climbing over each other to try to avoid any unnecessary contact with the floor and its pricking splinters, but it also sent them barreling out of control across the floor. The brawling pair slammed right into Mallow, dragging her into the fray as Misty grabbed her hair for leverage and Serena braced a knee on her thigh to try to climb over her.

"Agghh! Get off me, you idiots!" Mallow screamed, elbowing Serena in the head to knock her back to the ground. Mallow tried to lunge away, but she tripped over Misty's grabbing arm and fell too far, bouncing her head off of the wall. She fell to the floor, briefly stunned from her jarring injury as Misty grabbed her by the ankles. "Ughh, nooo," Mallow objected dizzily, but Misty stood up and pulled back on her legs, dragging the green-haired girl across the floor like a broken wheelbarrow. Mallow's moans turned to screams as she felt the wood bounce and sting her breasts as she was pulled along its surface.

Serena was still nursing her aching breasts when May crawled up behind her and grabbed her by the hair. May shook the blonde violently back and forth, letting her trailing screams waver with it. Serena finally managed to grab her by the ankle and pull hard enough to drop May on her ass. May yelped as her tailbone landed on an uneven bump and Serena curled up to hug her scratched red breasts. The blonde still spun around and dug her claws into May's breasts, tearing her top down and milking a scream from the brunette. May's eyes watered, but she jabbed her nails into Serena's in turn. Their tops were soon wildly off center, their naked breasts hanging out while they were being twisted and misshapen by their rival. The two grit their teeth to squeeze harder and endure the pain from the other, seeming like they would go on forever rather than back down.

Instead, Iris came running by and threw a kick into Serena's head while barely breaking stride. It sent the blonde toppling over backward, and May was about to pounce on her when Dawn chased after Iris. Dawn threw a kick of her own into May's head to knock her over just like her opponent, leaving them laid out side by side. However, before Dawn could give proper chase, Serena recovered enough to grab her around the ankle in her confusion. Dawn shrieked and fell to the floor, the two vengeful and topless girls grabbing her legs and dragging her back towards them before they wishboned her thighs apart.

Mallow managed to wriggle from Misty's grip and kick her in the tits, but each time she just regained her grip and ignore her bruising breast hanging from her top. Iris caught up to the pair, but rather than ambush Misty, she caught Mallow by the hair and pulled away from her other attacker. “Aww, are you stuck? Lemme help you get out!” Iris taunted.

Mallow screamed as her hair and legs were pulled on by her rivals, her cries mixing with the forcefully split open Dawn. Dawn's legs were spread eagle in either direction, her thong almost completely vanishing up between her privates. Dawn tried to pull herself free, but only managed to get more splinters pricking at her ass. She finally bucked her weight to kick Serena in the stomach. Serena grunted lost her grip as she fell backward, colliding with Misty. The redhead lost her grasp on Mallow's legs from the impact, and she instinctively spun around and delivered a heavy slap to Serena's face. The blonde's head snapped, but she responded with a quick punch to Misty's stomach and grabbed her by the hair. The two quickly entered a frantic frenzy clawing and pulling hair, nails and fingers grabbing and scratching whatever was available on the other girl until their swimsuits were in shreds.

This set off the other pairings as Mallow got enough of her balance back to take Iris by the neck and throw her over her shoulder. The shorter trainer was easily flung over and landed on her head, falling out flat on the rough wood. "I've had enough of you bitches getting in my way!" Mallow hissed. "That hammock is mine and Ash is mine! In fact, I think it's time I showed you tourists the view out here..." Mallow grabbed the tan girl her by her tiny top, dragging her out towards the balcony.

May leapt on top of Dawn, not wanting to let her get back up from her earlier attacks. However, Dawn was already thrashing her legs to try to get free, so when May came down, Dawn's knee went up. It spiked right into May's pussy, with the brown-haired trainer's jaw dropping but too stunned to make an actual sound. She bounced right off of Dawn as her body went numb, only able to cup her agonized crotch.

Mallow reached the balcony, a shoddy old thing like the rest of the room. It was so old and weathered that they hadn't even bothered to rebuild the guard rails. Mallow heard stories from the locals who used it for dares and parties so that they could jump off the edge and land right in the pool.

This would be a bit different from all that. As if their room wasn't bad enough, the pool was set to be cleaned today. They had drained the pool and instead filled it up with some hot oil that would eat away the bacteria. They had seen a Magmar blowing fire on it until it boiled earlier, and it had only just started to cool down. They could still smell and see the lingering steam from what was about to become Iris' hot oil bath from several stories up.

"About time someone cleaned you up, you little bitch!" Mallow crowed, forcing Iris to the edge of the balcony. The smaller trainer yelped as she finally saw the drop, hugging her arms and legs around Mallow's leg. The green-haired girl shook her leg and tried to force her off, but Iris just held on tight and bit into her thigh. While Mallow performed her awkward dance to try to shake her opponent off, Serena gave Misty one more hard shove. The redhead went tumbling backward, right out the door and into the struggling Iris and Mallow. The last bump made the three of them lose their footing and go flying down, screaming all the way into the oil until they hit with a gigantic splash.

Serena burst into laughter at the fate of her rivals, approaching the edge without getting near enough to fall herself. "What a bunch of idiots!" she cackled sadistically. "How's the water down there, skanks? Or should I say, how's the scalding hot oil!?"

Before she could taunt them any further, May was rising to her hands and knees while holding onto her pussy. Dawn tackled into he from behind, but May struggled enough to send the two of them catballing across the floor. They kicked and clawed, with Dawn punching May's breast and May slapping and scratching at Dawn's face.

"You stupid bitch! Let go!"

"Eat me, you blue-haired dyke!" May snapped back as they tumbled across the scratching floor.

Serena was too caught up in her own mocking laughter to notice them quickly enough, turning with a shout as they slammed into her. She shoved and kicked back at the rolling brawl, trying to stop them before they went too far. The edge came closer and closer to her heels, driving her to dig her feet into the rough wood and push them back as hard as she could. They stopped just short of the few last steps, May and Dawn in a heap at her feet as Serena was sweating and exhausted, but safe from the fall.

"Watch where you're going, cunt!" Dawn snapped at her.

"What!? I just saved you both!" Serena insisted about her attempt to save herself. "The least you could do is thank..." There came a low cracking noise as they all froze in place. The old balcony itself wasn't in the best condition, and a number of girls rolling and stomping all over it wasn't what it needed right now. The cracking picked up a bit more and the very ledge of the balcony broke off. It was enough to send May, Dawn and Serena falling right after the other three.

The girls landed a few seconds apart, but all had similar reactions. They could barely hear the dull splashes of their enemies hitting the water, but they could definitely hear the shrieks. The oil wasn't hot enough to do any damage to their skin (a few degrees less and it might even have been rather soothing for their skin), but it was a far too hot bath that was already turning their skin a hot red. The girls all flailed and screamed as they hurried to swim back to the surface of the unattended pool. May arrived at the top of the oil first, seeing the other gasping, greasy girls coming up for air as well. The fall had scared them, but now they were more angry and uncomfortable than ever. What was more, the impact and the slippery oil had their skimpy bikinis yanked right off their bodies by the time they'd reached the surface.

Misty was still wiping oily hair from her face when Serena pounced on her, dunking her under the hot oil again. She saw the thick bubbles from the screaming redhead popping up from below, grinning sadistically as she kept her under. "You needed a bath anyway, you sweaty Tepig!" the blonde taunted.

Misty's thrashing couldn't overpower Serena's pushing on her head, and she was beginning to feel dizzy from the lack of air and intense heat all around her. Still, she shoved a hand out and grab onto the blonde trainer's crotch. Misty dug in with her nails and squeezed, and the girls above the surface could see Serena begin to scream and cry from the unseen cunt claw jamming into her lower lips.

Mallow lunged for Iris, grabbing her in a bearhug. The oil proved too slippery to keep her grip on the shorter girl, and the dragon trainer popped loose and dove under the oil rather than risk another attack. Mallow tried to spot her through the thick oils, only to have May and Dawn tackle into her clumsily. The tangle of naked bodies weighed them down into the hot mess again, quickly yelping and pushing off each other to try to stay up. Dawn pushed down on May, which just made May go down deeper. She bitterly pulled on May's foot, yanking the brunette further down while it moved herself up. Mallow pulled on Dawn's hair like a violent handhold while kicking at Dawn to get up before she choked on even more of the stinging oil.

Iris watched the mayhem after she'd escaped to the far side of the pool, hanging onto the edge and weighing her options. She saw the showdown between Misty and Serena, or at least half of it going on. Serena was still holding out, shoving down while her eyes watered from all the oily steam and agony in her privates. Iris made her decision and dove back under, bracing her feet against the pool's edge and pushing off like a living torpeedo. Misty was too busy fighting for her life when Iris' head rammed into her side. It knocked out what precious wind there was left inside the redhead, leaving Misty floating weakly in the oil as she held onto her stomach. She managed a quick scratch down Iris' little chest, but the dragon trainer gave her a kick to the pussy and paddled off. Misty was still reeling from that when Serena swung a slow but powerful kick through the oil. It smacked Misty in the jaw and sent her floating to the top of the pool unconscious, eventually drifting along until her unconscious form just draped uselessly against the ladder heading out.

The girls had been swimming in the oily water for about a minute now, and they were all starting to get a bit lightheaded. The steam and heat was one thing, but the two combined were stinging their various injuries. The scratches and claw marks on their breasts, faces and asses constantly ached from the hot oil, and the splinters from the hotel floor were slipping loose unpleasantly as the heat opened up their tiny cuts.

When Iris came up for air, Serena quickly spotted her and went after her. The blonde caught the dragon trainer by the ankle, pulling her back and grabbing her ass from behind. Her nails dug into the plump flesh as Iris shrieked, drawing the attention of the rest of the girls surfacing nearby. Dawn pounced at them, but Iris thrashed sharply enough to kick her in the belly. May and Dawn still crashed into them, creating a wild five-way brawl between the remaining girls as they grabbed and clawed each other to harm them as much as it was to stay above the eye-stinging oil.

Serena lost her grip on the slippery Iris, mainly because of May grabbing her arms and twisting them behind her back. Mallow shoved Iris into Dawn as if she were a mere stepping stone to get her to Serena. She grabbed the blonde's big tits and bit into one of her nipples with a loud snarl, only matched by Serena's sudden moan of pain as she was left helpless to stop her own tit torture. Her feet thrashed around, but they were more focused on staying afloat than fighting back.

Iris caught her balance on Dawn, but the blue-haired girl smacked her across the face hard enough to send her spinning all the way around. Dawn caught the shorter girl by the hair, twisting and tearing anything she could get her hands on. Iris' eyes watered as she shouted in pain and exhaustion, but she reached back and grabbed onto Dawn's hips for balance. It wasn't enough to get her attacker to stop, but it braced herself enough to swing her heel backward and smack into Dawn's pussy. The blue-haired trainer grunted loudly, letting go of Iris. The dragon expert still hammered out several more hard cunt shots until Dawn sank miserably down into the mess.

Serena was screaming like mad, the heat stinging the injuries to her chest as Mallow moved on to her other tit. She had bitten the first raw and bloody, her hard nipple leaking from its areola. As soon as Mallow got her mouth on Serena's other breast, however, May shoved the blonde forward so that her tit smacked into Mallow's face. The newest pokegirl grunted as the big chest bounced off her face, knocking her silly and letting May toss the aching Serena on top of her momentary teammate.

"Well that was fun!" May gloated. "But I think you deserve some hurting too!" The brunette sloshed over through the deep oil to grab both Mallow and Serena by the hair, banging the startled girls' heads together and dunking their stunned faced under the surface of the oil. It also dunked their breasts back into the scalding mess, which was especially painful for Serena's bleeding chest.

The two tormented trainers managed to coordinate just enough that they both kicked backward at once, bashing May in the stomach. May grunted and flopped backward, holding her abdomen and looking shocked as she coughed for air and tried not to wretch. Serena and Mallow gratefully raised their heads and gasped for air, their hair dripping with oil after the fresh dunking, just for Iris to pounce on Mallow with a battle cry before they both vanished back under the oil again.

Serena took the opportunity to charge after the gagging May, grabbing her by her long greasy locks and swinging her to slam her head into the edge of the pool. May's head bounced off with a grim, dull thud, bouncing off with a witless expression on her face. She was knocked senseless as Serena grabbed her by the pussy and used it as a handle to get the whimpering May turned completely upside down, hooking her legs on the pool's hard edge. May squirmed and flailed, but she was too dazed in too awkward a position to escape. Serena just grabbed onto the edge herself, staying afloat and pinning the legs down as she pressed her pussy into the submerged May's head. The blonde smirked wickedly as she grinded her greasy crotch on May's face. "Knew you had to be good for something, you ugly bitch," Serena snapped before throwing a punch into May's lower belly, right between her stomach and pussy. The brunette gave off some miserable gurgles, but soon she fell limp and Serena was able to slid off of her, leaving her awkwardly floating on her back and coughing up oil in her KOed state.

Under the oil, Iris and Mallow wrestled for position. Mallow landed a few oil-slowed slaps to Iris' face, but Iris slipped past her last swing and positioned herself above the Alolan girl. Iris' strong little legs wrapped around her head and squeezed, locking her ankles to lock a dangerously tight head scissor. Mallow clawed at her legs and thrashed around, trying to slip free. Whenever she'd pop out of Iris' legs, though, the dragon expert would catch her by the hair and force her back in. While Iris was able to poke her head up for the occasional gasp of air, Mallow was left with her head in between the soft little thighs, or sometimes with her nose stuffed right into her hairless pussy.

Mallow thought she saw a saving grace as Dawn seemed to have come to her senses and swam towards her. While she expected a rescue, apparently Dawn was more concerned with letting out her anger on a helpless rival. Dawn just grabbed Mallow's legs and forced them wide open, her legs left in a painful split while the blue-haired girl rammed her fingers into her twat and started to roughly thrust and claw around inside. Between the choking and the pussy abuse, Mallow couldn't hold out for long before she let out one last, thick bubble of a scream before she unwillingly orgasmed and passed out, the girls feeling her go limp.

Iris let up to allow her to float back to the top, the weakly dozing Mallow drifting lazily through the tide that was caused by the fighting women. The last three eyed each other angrily, weighing their options before, based on the heat and the pain driving up their aggression even further, they all just decided to charge in blindly. They could feel the exhaustion from their painful environment catching up to them, and they wanted to end the others as soon as they could.

Iris immediately slapped Serena when she was in reach, only for Dawn to smack Iris on the ass. She spun around as Serena grabbed the shortest girl in a bearhug, grabbing her tiny tits and digging in with her fingernails. Dawn apparently had the same idea, and soon both of their hands were feuding with each other over which of them got to destroy Iris' nipples. The shortest girl shrieked as they feuded over and on her, but then bit into Serena's forearm. She yelped and pulled back, her arms bumping into Dawn's to send them flying off as well. Iris whipped around for a sudden punch into Dawn's stomach, just to turn and giving a splashing kick into Serena's wounded tit. Both girls reeled and moaned as they clutched their fresh injuries, Iris going on a rampage as she took Dawn by the hair and brought her head down so her knee cracked into the blue-haired girl's jaw.

Serena grabbed Iris by the shoulder, but this time spun her around to crush her into a bearhug. The blonde's oily breasts pushed into her face and quickly started to smother Iris in a wall of slippery flesh. The smaller girl flailed furiously, sputtering on the hot oil as she clawed and bit at Serena's boobs. The blonde tried to hold out, but she was too focused to see Dawn rise up again and slug Serena in the mouth. The girls fell apart, but Iris swung her foot backward to show her ingratitude towards her rescuer. The girl's heel slammed Dawn in the cunt, making her gag and bend over once again. Iris reached under the oils to grab Dawn's legs, only to find that Serena had returned and was doing the same. Both girls pulled up on the legs, flipping Dawn upside down in the oil. She gagged and thrashed, but was unable to resist their leverage. Not content with letting her panic and pass out from the heat alone, both girls stomped on her pussy in turn, milking more screams from her until the bubbles stopped. They took it as their cue to let go of her as Dawn floated weakly back to the surface.

Iris didn't wait for Serena to look up from her latest victim, turning and slapping her in her bit and bloodied tit. Serena shrieked and tried to cover up her chest as it connected with a wet smack, but Iris pressed her attack all the same. She clawed and kicked at Serena as if she were trying to climb her rival, fingers and toes digging into her soft skin. Serena shoved at Iris' chin to painfully bend back her neck and force her to fight blindly while Serena punched into her stomach and ribs.

Iris eventually overstepped her limits when she stepped up and off on Serena's thigh. The blonde's weight tipped over backward, but she still clung to Iris to drag her down into the oil with her. They both winced and choked as the heat seemed to force its way inside their bodies and lungs, and neither able to swim properly without letting go of their hated foe.

Serena acted first, managing to get near Iris' legs. She grabbed the ankles and wrapped her thighs around the shorter girl's head, squeezing the underwater (or under oil) headscissor onto her. Iris gave a stifled squeak, but she returned the favor with her own tight legs around Serena's neck. The two were tangled in their 69 position, squeezing one another's heads while they cried into their opponent's crotch. Their precious air was harder to contain from not only the choking hold, but resisting the urge to scream out from the exhaustion and pain coursing through their bodies. The oil stung their fresh scratches and their hearts raced as their heads spun. Serena bit into the tan girl's thighs while Iris dug her nails into the legs of her taller opponent.

Between their squirming and the waves they were kicking up in the oil, the two managed to briefly break through the surface. Iris spent the first breath of air she'd had in a painfully long time shouting angry threats at Serena, even if they were drown out by the continuing hold and hot oil washing its greasy taste into her mouth and pussy.

"You fat fucking stupid cow! I'm going to use those saggy old tits for my pillow tonight!" Iris shrieked.

"I'm going to leave you in here to cook, you little shrimp! Ash is mine, just like your scrawny, titless ass is mine!" Serena shouted back, coughing up a mouthful of oil as she clenched the hold and dragged them back under.

They wouldn't get so lucky again in their squirming. They refused to let the other go in their savage spite, and weighed each other down. Serena made a few last bubbling noises and her eyes rolled back, limply floating upward. Iris gave a few miserable gurgles as Serena's legs stayed locked around her head, nowhere to go before she similarly collapsed. They joined the rest of the girls, all six of the catty trainers drifting like debris after the storm of their battle. By the time any of them would wake up, they would look like they had been out in the sun too long; the hot oil scorching their skin so red that neither of them could lay comfortable in the hammock without it irritating their skin.

A Misty May (pokemon catfight)

((first of several comissions I did for a buddy from the forums, Tai. great dude, had a ton of ideas, but couldn't maintain myself on his pay. we were bros, and he turned out to do a lot more male vs male fights than I expected/felt like doing. based on Pokemon characters, don'tcha know))

"Ash Ketchum! Last time I checked, you still owed me a BIKE!"


And that was that, really. So it was that Misty was back in tow with the party. No reasoning could dissuade her from sticking to the stubborn redhead from her course, not by Ash nor Brock, even the surprisingly (to Ash, anyway) outspoken objections of May. The girls were prone to shar brief, nasty looks behind the boys' backs, but not much came of it for the first few days.

It was nearly a week gone by when the girls finally discussed it. The boys had crashed early after they had drawn the short straws (as usual, it seemed) and were beat from gathering firewood. Misty and May sat around the low campfire, May poking it idly with a stick. Her belt full of pokeballs was laid out by her side, eyes darting from the fire to the fiery redhead across it. She seemed to be sneaking meager looks at her too.

"So... are they asleep?" May chanced at her quietly.
Misty leaned over towards Brock, his snores low and steady. She leaned a bit closer to Ash, cocking an earto him before prodding him in the ribs. He just rolled over and mumbled.
"Mrumrrrr... Pikablu..." Pikachu's ear's pricked up, curled up in Ash's hat turned upside down. He tilted his head curiously at the silent girls, but they simultaneously made shushing motions. Misty looked up at May and jerked her head towards the woods, in the direction of the nearby creek. When May went for her belt, Misty took her by the wrist, not aggressive but firm. She shook her head, urging May on again. This time she nodded, both girls sneaking off together.

Pikachu gave them a queer look, then turned and poked Ash again itself.
"Ungh.... Missingno..."


The girls stood by the moonlit waters, something some might deem romantic in a better mood. May was tense, while Misty seemed downright upset. Misty wore her usual yellow sleeveless top, jean shorts with suspenders, and sneakers. May still had on her traditional garb, red bandana and top over he tight black shorts and slip-on shoes.

"We need to talk," Misty insisted clearly, getting May to nod with a firm look set on her face.
"Exactly. What ARE your plans for Ash?" May demanded.
Misty smiled widely back, folding her arms in front of her modest breasts. "I've come back for him, of course," she said matter of factly. "We... split up a long time ago, and I've come back for him. We'll finally be a real couple and that'll be that."
May's curious and stern face turned a bit colder. "No way!" she objected, glad they had put their distance between them and the boys now. "Ash and I have been growing closer all the time we've been together, and no random hussy is going to swoop in and steal him away from me!"
Misty gave a good strong "Ha!" in reply. "Come on! I've known Ash years longer than you have! We have way more of a history together."
"He doesn't care about you! He still thinks it's just your stupid bike you're after!" May snapped.
"He does not! We run deeper than that!"
"Then how come he never mentions you when I was around!? Ash is MINE, you washed up water bitch, and I'm gonna MAKE him mine!"
Misty raised her eyebrows suspiciously at her. "Oh really? And do you even know how to make a man yours, little girl?" she goaded.
"I... wait! What are you talking about!?" May said with a bit of a blush.
"Ha! I knew it! You so don't!"
"I do so! I... I'm not THAT naive..." she said some blush spreading over her cheeks.
"Then what's your big plan, tiny?" Misty smirked, putting a hand on her smooth hip.
May looked downright steamed, redness spreading over her face in its entirety now. She let the frustration out with a loud, cracking slap across Misty's face, staggering the slightly taller redhead a pace to the right. "First off!" she said boldly. "I take care of the competition."
Misty was more surprised than hurt by the strike, clenching her teeth and stomping her foot down on May's toes. She squeaked in brief pain, then grabbed hold of Misty's hair as the water trainer locked her legs around May's pushing on her face with her palm to try and drive her back. The two wound up crashing down in the dirt, flailing at each other frantically while hair was pulled, faces slapped and clawed, shins kicked... generally a wild, frantic fight. Finally May grabbed both of Misty's wrists, releasing her sidetail long enough to stop both their grips and shout a quick "Stop it!!"

Misty did, catching her breath as both of the girls' breasts heaved in time with each others', hearts racing. A bit of dirt and grass and  "We can NOT let Ash find out about this," she said, hushing her voice a bit just in case.
"What do you mean?" Misty replied, their faces intimately close in their tangled mess. May's hair hung around her face above her, something Misty had to admit wasn't so unappealing.
"I mean what if we go back to camp with chunks of hair missing and claw marks over our faces?" May insisted. "They'd ask! And we'd have to admit to... to THIS!"
"So what?" Misty panted. "You willing to just... give up on him then?"
"In your dreams, bitch."
"Ha! Knew it. It's not like you'd know what to do with a boy like Ash anyway..."
"Ash is a MAN! And I know just what to do with him!"
"Oh, please. Little girl like you?" Misty gave a light grope of May's chest, feeling her nipple hard in the cool summer air beneath her top. No bra, she reasoned. Just like herself. "You haven't got a clue what he'd want."
Misty's eyes went wide as May leaned into her, her tender breasts pushing into hers as she locked lips with Misty. She was overwhelmed, in a mental state and in her lower position as May's tongue probed into her mouth, parting her lips and firmly but gently feeling inside, massaging her tongue and rubbing down her mouth's inner walls. Misty was inarguably wet from it. From the thrill of the competition or the thoughts of Ash or the kiss itself, she wasn't sure, but it was there.

May parted her lips, smiling confidently down at her with her hands planted in the grass. "You mean something like that?" she taunted.
Misty was breathless for a moment, but then lashed her arms around May's back, pulling her close and matching lips with her as well. May got her hands up to Misty's chest, grabbing at her bigger tits to push and try to pry herself free, but it did little to help her. Even when more aware, Misty's nimble little tongue outmaneuvered her every block, filling and rubbing down her mouth until it nearly went down her throat. She rolled with her oral assault, trapping May on her side as she made out with her rival. May began to moan softly into the kiss, both girls closing their eyes before pushing back suddenly, both at once as though guiltily realizing how much they were enjoying it.

"Bitch," Misty spat. "Should have known you were a dirty little lezzie."
"Me!? You started it with your talk!"
"Who kissed first, tramp!?"
"That is IT!" May pounced at her suddenly, throwing a straight kick into Misty's bare midriff. She let out a breathless "WOOF!" of surprise, holding her belly and stumbling back while May followed through, tackling her around the waist to splash down into the mud by the creek. It splashed at May's arms, but Misty got the worst of it by far, coating her shoulders and some of her hair in dark splashes. May slapped at her face with both hands, alternating to leave brown smears over her cheeks wherever she struck.

"How's THAT, little Miss Misty!? How you like THAT?!" she snapped. "Does it get you all wet knowing a better woman will be pleasing 'your' man? Ash is MY man! MINE!"
Misty let out a low, frustrated growl, thrashing enough to bring May higher up of her body. It let her swing her legs upward, snagging her around the neck and pulling, whipping May backward and off of her with a surprised yelp. She tumbled through the mud, which splashed over her shirt and legs as she rolled and landed on all fours.  She scowled back at the water trainer, yanking her shirt off over her head and tossing it aside, too heavy with the mud from rolling around already. It would only get worse.

Misty seemed not to have that problem, or at least not so concerned with it. Her lighter tee shirt didn't weigh her down so much, as she showed when she ran right for May, surprising her with a clothesline that flung her back down into the muck on her back. She grunted as she hit, holding her head when Misty got her by the hair.

"You're mine, whore," she hissed hatefully, but May reached up to grab at the hem of her shirt. She'd pull up sharply, yanking it up as if to rip it off but letting it stay wrapped tightly around her head, blinding the readhead.

"HEY!" she yelped in protest, May grinning cockily and grabbing some handfuls of Misty’s breast meat, squeezing and twisting cruelly. Misty shrieked out in outrage through her top, more humiliated and angry than hurt, though it wasn’t without pain.  “Aggggh! Let GO, you stupid little tramp!!” she objected, but the younger trainer wouldn’t relent in her breast attack. Misty pulled back, landing on her butt long enough to throw a kick out at May’s chest, making her grunt as the shoe landed between her breasts and sent her tumbling back. She rubbed her bosom while Misty threw off her muddy shirt, topless now and having lost a shoe in the mud already. She kicked off the other for balance, May seeming to copy her out of reflex.

“You’re blushing,” May accused. “You actually liked my hands all over your grubby chest, didn’t you!?”
“Who you calling grubby!?” Misty snapped back. She rushed at May who readied a grappling stance, but Misty surprised her with a spinning high kick to the cheek, toppling May over onto her side in the mud. She lifted herself up by her hands and knees when Misty mounted her bare back, gripping her chin with both hands and pulling back in a camel clutch.  May let out a choked little protest as she grabbed at Misty’s hands, planting her breasts right in the mud but by now the least of her concerns.  She winced as her head was pulled up, Misty’s tight ass shoving into her lower back to essentially bend her over backwards.

“Say it! Who’s your mommy!?” Misty hissed confidently down at her, jerking on her chin to give her quick shocks of pain through her back.
“Nnnngh!” May kicked and thrashed beneath her, back practically creaking under the pressure until she swung her feet up high, banging her heels into Misty’s back.  It rattled the water trainer little, but repeated blows to the back built up, and she released her to fall off, both girls holding their naked backs, panting with their chests heaving accordingly with their heavy breathing.

The girls stayed a few paces from each other, catching their breath and easing back onto their knees. Both raised their hands like claws, they shifted through the mess. May darted in quickly, smacking Misty across the face with her palm. “Bitch!” she snapped quickly and sharply.
Misty’s head whipped aside, but she responded with a left hand slap of her own. Hers, however, cracked across May’s tits, letting them wobble as May shrieked and tried to protect her chest.  Misty rushed at her to take advantage, but the younger trainer grabbed her arm and shifted aside, tossing Misty past her, landing on her side but May immediately grabbing her around the neck from behind.

Misty flailed up over her shoulders, trying to grab at May’s face or hair but she jerked her bodily one way or the other, her breasts rubbing against Misty’s back as she reached around to grab and squeeze Misty’s breast. The redhead gasped loudly, wriggling in her grip, biting back a moan but her nipples stiffening more in May’s grip.
“Ha! I knew you liked it! You’re such a slut!” she accused, twisting her nipple and finally forcing the wail she wanted from her lips.
“Ahhhn!”
May kneaded her tits mercilessly, shifting her legs around to squeeze Misty around the waist. “Such a dirty bitch! Ash deserves better than some weak little pussy like that.” She let her feet bend inward to find their way to Misty’s crotch, teasing her snatch with her heel.
“Ohhhhh!” Misty moaned highly, back arching best she could but held secure by the loose chokehold. Her squirming did little but rattle May’s body against her, hands and feet free to molest her body, her face turning red with frustration and embarrassment. “Mmm, you’re feeling really misty, Misty,” May teased into her ear, kissing at her neck just beneath it. She couldn’t help but get turned on by the control she had over her, the taste of her dirty skin, and that Misty was enjoying it on some level herself.  “You like it? You like it when the better woman touches you like that?”
“Nooo,” Misty moaned, though it came out more in protest than true denial. At least how May heard it. She used her free hand and her feet to gradually start to yank off Misty’s shorts, the redhead squealing in half-hearted protest as she felt herself growing wetter, the faint giggles and taunts of May just behind her ear.


Her sweat was rapidly cooled by the mud below, and her breathing grew more rapid as she drew close. She bucked a bit more, though as a sexual reflex now. May grinned, glad to be in control as Misty’s breath quickened in a fashion familiar to those dark nights when she had some time alone. Misty bit her lip, letting long moans out before she gasped and bucked. “Uhhhnnaaaa!!” she wailed, May smirking in confident victory as Misty squirted by her fingertips.

“Theeere we go… there’s a good girl. There’s a good little whore…” She let Misty buck wildly in her arms, letting go to let her roll over into the mud, panting on her quivering hands and knees until not even they could work fully, leaning on her elbows in the mud. May laughed and stood up, a bit shaky from sitting down under her foe so long but smiling all the while.

“Yea! You like that, slut! Such a little horn ball even your rival can get you off!” she crowed. She kicked a bit of mud at her, Misty just squeaking and raising an arm weakly in defense of the splash. May sighed and rolled her shoulders proudly, marching up after Misty.

“Got to give you that, though…. Your weak slutty ass got me off good.” She stepped out of her shorts as she approached, kicking them off and pushing her muddy foot into Misty’s face, shoving her with a weak grunt onto her back. May sat herself down on Misty’s upper chest, pressing down on Misty’s arms with her thighs.

“I made you cum, red. You’re MY bitch now, not his! So what do good bitches do?” She’d shove her snatch into Misty’s face, urging her on as the whimpering redhead was forced between her legs, lapping obediently after a few moments of confused hesitation. May hummed and moaned, leaning back and cupping her breast with her free hand. Misty ate her out faster, May humming and grinding harder. She started gasping when Misty hit with her counter attack, legs lashing up behind her unguarded back and wrapping around her neck, ankles pulling her down backward into the mud. She bounced a bit, and Misty gripped her ass, keeping her hips in her face as she delivered her cunnilingus with a vengeance, May still wailing and writhing enough that it wasn’t even clear she noticed her being dethroned.

Intent on making her pay, Misty squeezed her buttocks roughly, May squealing in reluctant pleasure as she was held facedown in the messy mud, a few feet from the creek as her foe ate her out with near ferocity, though her intent always to pleasure. She poured her anger and vengeance into suckling at her clit, wrapping her tongue around it to guide it deeper between her lips and slurping loudly before letting it slide back into place. Her legs clamped tightly around May’s neck to keep her stuck in her trap.

May gasped and wriggled, toes curling as May grew close to her climax. Misty kissed at her pussy softly then, May panting rapidly and shivering in her grip. Misty didn’t go for the orgasm, letting her opponent draw out until she was whimpering beneath her.
“G…go on…” May pleaded. “Finish… it…”
“Beg me,” Misty purred, nuzzling her clit with her nose.
“Wh… wha…”
“You beg me or I’ll see to it you don’t ever cum again,” Misty hissed more coldly, letting her teeth squeeze gently. May screamed and felt herself on the edge, legs tensing and shivering but Misty still forbidding her from release.
“Beg me like a horny little mutt,” Misty ordered firmly.
“Nnnnggh! Fiiine! Please…. Please let me cum!”
“That’s it!” Misty insisted, giving sparing kisses and licks at her loins. “Say my name, pussy…”
“Uhhhhuuuh!” May wailed desperately, mad and eyes forced shut with the intense feeling in her loins. “Please please pleaaase! Eat my dripping pussy, Misty! I want it!” she belted out. Misty smiled and started to lap up more, working her over with her lips and tongue to drive her mad but rewarding her lewd praise and begging. May yelped like a horny animal as Misty suggested, grunting and bucking her hips against Misty’s lips. “I’m so bad… so fucking bad! Gimee! Please fuck me like a slut I’m so damn baaaad!”

Misty laughed just a moment before she planted a kiss under the base of May’s clit, suddenly shivering and letting out a loud cry as she shot her warm, sticky cum into Misty’s lips. She slurped it up, eating up her ejaculate and chuckling softly. She held tightly onto May’s thighs, something like a matchbook pin  as her legs quivered in the air. “Ahh! Ahhhhnn!” She yelped out, Misty holding her tight until she was milked and drank dry, just damp with aftermath of her cumming.

“Th… thanks…” May panted. “Now... lemee gaaaaahhHH!” May shrieked out as Misty took another large, wet lick of her cunny, squeezing her head tight with her legs. “Ah ah! You aren’t getting off that easy. So to speak, anyway.”
“You… ohhhhh… lemee go! You can’t do thAAA!” SMECK!
Misty’s hand whipped across her raised ass suddenly. “Tell me what I can’t do again, tramp! See what happens!” She slapped her ass a few more times, leaving red marks across her pale cheeks. She hooked her arms around May’s legs to hold her steady, using her fingers to probe at her snatch and keep her clit hard.
“AHH! I’m sorry! I’m oooooohh, pleaaase stoooop!” Misty’s fingers probed her deeper as she grew wetter, May thrashing in her grip desperately but only serving to shift her crotch even more rapidly against Misty’s fingers, using up her precious energy. May’s breathing grew rapid, even quicker then before, then squirting through Misty’s fingers within minutes. She sweat heavily, her feminine scent filling Misty’s nose. It was a sensation that made her drool, her saliva running over May’s cunny in a way that just made her writhe all the more, pussy all the wetter for it.
“Please… no more… can’t…” May gasped, breasts heaving desperately but Misty just reaching down to pinch them, making her squeak loudly as Misty kissed at her snatch again.
“Silly bitch. How could a man like Ash want a girl weak enough to only cum once and be all tired out? Bout time I showed you what it takes to be a REAL woman!”

May screamed out pleadingly, threatening and fighting and cursing and praising all in the time span of an hour, but Misty kept her head held tight.
“You dirty tramp! You let me go or I’ll wring yOOOOHHH!”
“Please… please no more… I’ll stop! I swear! He’s yours, just let meeEEEEE!!”
“Fuck…. Oh fuck, please! Yea! Yea, lower! Just a little OOOOOO you’re so fucking good, holy shit!”


And so it went on. Misty eased her legs as May's fighting grew weaker and weaker with each coming orgasm, soon hardly more than shuddering between gushing spurts of cum. Misty’s hands were sticky with it, and her lips and nose shone with a thin coating of her opponent’s cream. Something that might have been humiliating in other circumstances, she wore with pride. She evn went back for seconds… or fiftheenths, as it were. May shrieked and shivered, feeling like a living vibrator in her arms.

“Mmm, tasty for a little slut… ready for another round, sweety?” she cooed. May just breathed heavily beneath her, twitching and not much else. She looked down to see May’s eyes wide, fluttering oddly now and then before she flopped back in the mud, sweaty hair hanging in the water and waving along the current. Misty smiled down at her, letting her go so May flopped pathetically in the mud. “Damn straight,” she said quietly, standing up and heading to the water. She took her time bathing herself, taking the cum and mud and sweat off of her, enjoying the refreshing cool over her hot body while May was passed out in the mud. It was petty and spiteful, but dammit it made her feel like royalty. She’d have a clean body and a warm sleeping bag, while the weaker girl and her lesser body and pussy would have a messy and cold ground to sleep on.

She couldn’t help but watch the unconscious May as she bathed, letting the current was through her lap and touching herself, fingering to another orgasm before she smiled and sighed, letting a smooth orgasm out in the water, like she had so many times alone in her family’s swimming pool. Goosebumps over her skin, she licked her lips, gathering up her muddy clothes and toting them back to camp in quiet, smug triumph.



Similarly sighing, content as a Buddhist monk free of his worldly bonds, Brock folded up his binoculars. He finished up his handful of bacon quietly, waiting for Misty to disapear before he thought of moving. “Well,” he grunted, sitting up and handing another strip down to Pikachu. “That officially makes this the best day of my life. Thanks for the heads up, little guy.”  He passed off a paper bag of poke chow and a bottle of ketchup, Pikachu hopping the few inches up to pluck up his payment. They traded a little two-fingered mock salute and trotted off back to camp.