Pokegirl Adventures Part 6: Banditas

Wow, so... surprise! I had the pieces laying around and I just looked at them at the right way to let them fall together. Companion characters, new pokegirl, explaining The Pokemafia and their morals... got a lot done in this one for just a one-day job. 

Marshall Baller was in a good mood that day. He had just walked away from his second Pokedojo badge and treated himself to a good long rest at the hotel room. He hit the road around noon, starting on the path southeast towards Scarlet City. It was a longer hike to the bustlng city and its Pokedojo, but that just meant more sights for Marshall to see and pokegirls to catch. There was a small waterfall near the road, and a small side road led towards a camping spot near there. It sounded like a sweet spot for some captures, so he went down by the base of the falls for his lunch.

Things got better yet when he was eating. He was sharing his leftover pancakes from the hotel buffet with Ekans when a wild pokegirl came bursting out of the bushes right towards him. She was short with tanned skin to a point of looking almost red and with a slightly chubby build. She wore a black shirt and stretch pants, with a big of her soft belly poking through the midriff. Fortunately for her, most of her weight was in her breasts and butt, bouncing around in a way that showed off the curly tail on her rump and the short, folded ears poking out of her shoulder-length black hair. “Save my bacon!” she squeaked in a panicked tone.

"Hell yea! I didn't even know we had Tepigs in this region!" Marshall set down his container of pancakes and picked up one of his pokeballs. "Ekans, get a-"

He hesitated when he realized that the Tepig was running right towards him with a panicked look on her face. The chubby little pig pokegirl ran right past him and darted behind Marshall, actually squatting down even shorter to hide behind his legs. "That's... new," Marshall muttered. He was considering just dropping the pokeball on her head when more rustling came from the bushes she came out of. Ekans got as ready as she could while still looking like she didn't give a shit, but instead of predators, out came a pair of women in black suits and ponchos.

They were dressed almost identically; brightly colored ponchos draped over black formal suits, slacks and dress shirts. Both the poncho and the buttons were cut to emphasize their cleavage, and both of them looked somewhere in their twenties. The one had bright red hair that was kept short, her body itself standing shorter than the other woman to stay about Marshall's height. What mostly stood out was a number of scars on her, particularly a few light burns along her hands and a broader one along her right cheek. The other woman was taller and even bustier, her hair dyed a wild pattern of purple and black that spiraled around itself. For some reason, even when she acted perfectly calm or riled up, her eyes always seemed a bit too big and distant.

The girls burst out of the woods, looking around frantically before the redhead pointed at Marshall. "There it is! Behind the human! Gimme gimme gimme!" she chimed enthusiastically.

"Easy now! I've got this one," purred the taller woman in a deeper voice. She lifted up a pokeball and gestured towards Marshall. "Please step aside. We don't have any interest in you right now."

"Unless..." the red girl mused. "You don't have any Cyndaquil, right?!" Marshall shook his head at her enthusiastic question. "Rapidash? Slugma?"

"Still no. But... what are a bunch of pokebanditos doing out here?"

The girls froze at the question. They exchanged glances, seeming to trade unspoken words with a few frantic nods and gestures. It ended when the purple one pulled on her poncho, making it clear to her teammate there was no denying it.

"Hunting pokemon," the tall one explained. "I am Frannie and this is Annie, my partner in..."

"Crime?" Marshall offered in a sarcastically helpful tone.

"That's a way to say it," Annie mumbled.

"Please," Frannie scoffed. "We're a misunderstood order. We have a reputation as thieves and cons, and some of us are, sure."

"I also hear you're a bunch of pokepervs." Marshall frowned as he looked back at the cringing shortstack Tepig.

"Nooo, we just have a passion for them!" Annie insisted. "I mean, can't you imagine it? That precious little piggy firing up and warming up against your tits of pussy..." Her voice became distant and dreamy. "Or riding on a Rapidash when it's made really flares up, just starting to burn a little between your legs. A Houndour who bites..."

"Yea, okay. Got it." Sure, Marshall slept with a few of his pokegirls by now, but this was probably not good for the Tepig if she was still spooked like this. "Don't you think their thoughts on the matter count a little? They've got feelings. They need love too."

"Oh, that's all a part of the plan of the Pokemob," Frannie said. "The order of waifus. The more you realize your ideal pokegirl, the higher you go in the ranks. We have our general tastes," she said, gesturing to her and Anne. "But we keep what's left and return all Gligar to our captain. From there, we have those whose waifus are the more rare types. At the highest ranks, there are those that have fallen in love with the legendary pokegirls, truly dedicated to chasing down their ultimate women!"

Marshall rolled his eyes. "Ooookay. Look, I get it. Pokegirls are great and gotta obtain 'em all."

"Oh, not all of them. Just fire types," Annie added.

"Or hypnotic ones," Frannie cut in.

The boy sighed. "Cool. But I can't let you do this. I'm gonna have to white knight here and ask that you not catch a pokegirl just to fuck it."

"Ha! That's the closed-minded thinking of society," Fran huffed. "What's so much better about making them fight for sport?"

"Because fighting fucking rules." Everyone looked over to Ekans, who smirked at her own words and popped her purple cigarette back into her mouth. "We like fightin' and fuckin', but some of us like some types more than others. Not kinkshamin', but respect, right?"

The pokebanditos stared some more while Marshall smiled proudly. Some of his older pokegirls were really getting quite fluent... at least when it came to sex, food and fights.

"How did it say all that?" Annie asked, pointing at Ekans.

"With some love and attention. Actually talking to them instead of..." He looked at the burns on Annie's hands. "...just going for it."

"Well I'm not going to sit here and be talked down to by a boy and his pokeslut!" Frannie barked. "Drowzee, go!"

A chubby older woman with a broad nose and a vacant stare appeared, smiling eerily beneath a veiled hood like a fortune teller. Big, flabby breasts reached just above her stomach, clad in similar silks to her hypnotic theme. "Feeling sleepy, master?" she purred in a low and slow tone.

"Ohhhh, yes I am!" Frannie moaned, hugging her arms and wobbling her chest in delight. "I'm dying for you to reach inside my dirty mind and see my every wet dream and filthy thought~! Oh, but first! Fightin' time!"

"Yea! Go, Litwick!" Annie tossed up her own pokeball, a pale pokegirl with a hint of purple floating back down. Her hair was thick and waxy, to a point where fire floated in on top of her head, making it trickle down in thin drops. She wore a lacey purple dress with a round little pair of tits, the nipples barely covered by the flowing outfit.

"Uh oh. Hit the deck, Ekans!" She dove into the ground while a blast of flame and purple energy shot right past where she was. It blew up his plastic container of leftover breakfast instead as she got away. "Oh come on! My flapjacks!" Marshall groaned.

"Well if you're not going to cooperate, maybe we'll see if our teammates have a thing for emos like Ekans. Psychic Grasp, Drowzee!"

The ground burst open in a spray of rocks that floated in the air as Ekan writhed and grunted, glowing with a purple energy as Drowzee focused on her. "Now you're in my power..." she purred.

"F-fuck yer power," Ekans grunted as she struggled to move. Litwick sucked up a big breath, her flame and breasts growing larger for a moment before she blew out a stream of fire. Ekans shrieked and squirmed as her hoodie caught fire, but she looked more angry than hurt.

"Alright, that's it. Cofagrigus! Mess em up!" Marshally tossed his next hyperball into the middle of the battlefield, a deep shadow washing over the ground with no visible source. A bunch of bandages sprang out of the darkness, binding Drowzee and Litwick into some humiliating poses. Ekans dropped to her feet while Drowzee had her breasts and thighs squished by the bondage, Litwick lifted off the ground while the mummy wrappings squeezed between her pussy lips.

"With pleasure, pharoah Marshall!" Cofagrigus floated out of the darkness with a smirk. "More peasants that need to learn their place, I see."

"Oh, I know someone who would love you," Annie snickered. "Use Wax Spray, now!"

"Poison Sting it!" Marshall ordered.

Litwick started whirling and spraying its hot wax all around, but Ekans quickly whipped some of her toxic needles at it. The sharper tools punched right through the soft wax and stuck into both of her opponents, getting them to yelp and squirm as they tried to pull out the pins stuck in their asses. The wax quickly stopped, but not without pelting Marshall's own party.

"Damn... Alright, switch out!" Frannie ordered, sticky with some of the wax that was blasted her way. "Espeon! Chimchar! Don't blow this!"

The pokebanditos recalled and swapped out their pokegirls. Drowzee was replaced by a purple-skinned woman, unnaturally thin and graceful. She had large pointed ears like some kind of cat or bat, and large crescent-shaped eyes that gleamed like starlight. A two-pronged tail stuck out from her slick, naked skin.

Annie's pokegirl was another red-head in a scrappy vest and shorts. She looked like a young girl who had been playing around the playground too long, ending up scuffed and dirty, but suddenly aged up to about a twenty-year old so that her clothes looked too small for her. It made her shorts ride deep up her ass and her underboobs peek out from her little t-shirt.

"Yea! Let's play!" Chimchar challenged.

"This fight does not bode well for you," Espeon mused in a distant voice.

"I love it when she talks like that," Frannie mewled.

"And I can feel her heat from here!" Annie agreed, rubbing her scarred cheek. "It burns so good!"

"Great. They're even freakier than they sounded the first time," Marshall sighed. "How are you two feeling?"

"Little grodie, boss," Ekans reported, wiping some wax from her hoodie that was starting to harden. "Okay then. Blitzle! Tag her out!" Marshall held up a pair of balls, absorbing Ekans while popping out his dark-skinned electric runner.

"Let's make this quick, Marshall," Blitzle taunted, immediately breaking into a dash around to the opponents' sides. Espeon fired some bright blue beams from her forehead at the speedy horned girl, but she easily dodged around them. She circled the battlefield quickly and slapped the psychic on the ass before dashing off, leaving Espeon gasping and distracted.

Chimchar started throwing punches at Cofagrigus, but the mummy pokegirl floated gracefully back out of her way. The monkey pokegirl stopped her attack to conjure a fireball between her hands, blasting it towards her like a hadoken. Cofagrigus just conjured a ball of shadows and threw it back, letting them blow up in midair when they hit each other.

"Girls, swap it!" Marshall called out. Cofagrigus smirked and held out her hands, conjuring a large dome of shadow around her until she was veiled in blackness. Chimchar growled and tried to charge in anyway, but she didn't even reach it by the time Blitzle had charged right through it and socked her in the stomach.

"Too slow!" Blitzle mocked, darting behind Chimchar and kicking her in the back to knock her to the ground. The brawler pokegirl tried to kick and squirm her way to freedom, but it just made her shorts ride up higher on her ass. Blitzle sat on her back and charged some lightning in her hands, slapping her mostly bared ass as sparks shot through her cheeks.

"AHHH! Stop! Play fair!" Chimchar wailed and whined, but her butt wiggled around like it was asking for more. Espeon conjured a brightly glowing energy orb, but the light was suddenly doused when a bigger orb of darkness appeared around it and snuffed it out.

"I think you'll like being entombed with me," Cofagrigus purred, appearing behind her. Espeon gasped and turned, zapping the mummy with a quick beam. Cofagrigus started from the hit, but she held out her hands and a large pair of shadowy limbs appeared beneath her foe. One punched her squarely in the pussy, getting a huge groan of pain from the scrawny pokegirl. Another one gave a huge backhand across her slender tits, sending her flying and tumbling head over heels across the field.

"Not looking good," Frannie growled. The pokebanditos started to shuffle towards the woods for a subtle retreat, just for Blitzle to zip into their way and kick up some menacing sparks.

"No running this time," she warned. Annie and Frannie looked back at the fight, finding Espeon out cold and Chimchar still stuck as she was pinned under the chubby Tepig, arms folded under her plump breasts.

"This kid's way too strong," Annie muttered. "How... just how!?"

"Giving a shit," Marshall summed up. "Like I said. They've got likes, dislikes, favorite foods and times of day. It's not hard to find with Pokepedia and asking them a little. Then you might have known Chimchars like being spanked and humiliation fetishes." Annie gave Chimchar a puzzled look and the monkey pokegirl blushed across her tanned cheeks. "If they know you care as much as they do, they'll work harder. It's as simple as that."

"We're way outclassed," Frannie grumbled. "You know what we need to do, Annie." She reached into her top, getting out a handgun (and a peek at her matching purple bra) while Annie did the same. Marshall tensed up readily, knowing that pokegirls could be faster and way more durable than a gun, but he couldn't. Most people didn't bother with them these days as a result, since a Jigglypuff could do more damage if they wanted.

Instead of threatening, the girls both removed the clips from the guns, made a show of tossing them aside in surrender, and fell to their knees to bow as low as possible. It was hilarious to see, especially on Frannie's giant tits struggling to fit between her chin and the ground.

"Please! Teach us your ways!" they pleaded in unison.

"I didn't know you were an even more passionate about pokegirls than we were!" Annie wailed, actually weeping in her heated frenzy. "I knew how to make my Chimchar burn me, but your passion burns even brighter, sensei!"

"Sensei?" Marshall blushed at the prostrating pokebanditos praising him.

"You read your pokemon's minds as easily as they do mine!" Frannie insisted. "Your foresight is incredible! Please spare us and show us how you do it!"

Marshall scratched at his head awkwardly, looking to the various pokegirls around. They didn't seem to mind, though Tepig looked at the humans curiously. "Uh... okay. But you have to stop this. You catch pokegirls the old fashioned way, and respect the ones you catch."

"Agreed!" Annie confirmed quickly.

"And you stop stealing pokemon. For good."

"Yes! Yes!" Frannie agreed just as fast.

"And... uh... you're buying your own food and rooms on the way. That's fair, right?" Marshall had only been at this a couple weeks. He wasn't used to having sworn pupils.

"Of course! We've still got some leftover budget from the syndicate!" Franne confirmed.

"And lose the ponchos, please? And the suits if you have anything else, but... it's not a good look if you're going straight."

Fran and Ann pulled off their ponchos and tossed them to the ground. Tepig gave a little burp that let her blow a jet of flame out and burn them to ash.

"Right! This is a sign!" Annie chimed excitedly. "The turning point of our lives, Frannie! We burn our old lives and leave them in a sexy pile of cinders and ruin!"

"Uh..." Marshall started. That didn't sound like the best phrasing. "Maybe just leave your past behind?"

"You're right, sis! We'll wipe our memories of our evil ways!" Fran suddenly ripped off her top, Marshall blushing as she stripped down to nothing but her bra and panties. She threw the pokemob suit into the same ash pile, Annie squealing and gleefully adding it to the pile. Tepig incinerated them as well while the girls watched proudly, but Marshall couldn't stop staring at the barely-contained tits in front of him.

"Uh... did you guys bring any change of clothes?"

"Back at HQ," Annie confirmed with a casual nod. "But it's either more suits or disguises."

"Oh... uh... maybe let's stay off the roads until I can find a clothing store?" he offered. Cofagrigus and Blitzle were snickering at the sight, and broke into laughter when Marshall's blushing reached its peak.

"Nonsense. We'll pay our own way. We'll march right into town, our souls bared and..."

"That's not what I'm worried about you baring!" Marshall cut Fran off. "I insist! I'll just buy you some shirt and pants and you can cover the rest yourselves."

"So generous!" Annie gushed. "I knew we picked the right sensei!"

"We've so much to learn! Thank you again!" The girls bowed so low and quickly that Fran's massive breasts bounced right out of her bra and Marshall finally had to turn away.

"Great! Cool!" he blurted. Maybe some human company would do him good, he tried to tell himself through the mental fog of tits. He tried to look down and away, but Tepig walked in front of him and patted his leg.

"Pig out!" she called, trying to get his attention. Marshall looked down at her, the chubby shorty smiling up at him. She pointed at him and then hugged his leg. "Burn those calories?" she asked in her odd little quote language. Marshall looked back at her for a moment before he held up his pokeball. Tepig nodded and tapped her flat little button nose against it, popping the ball open and letting herself be captured.

It was a good day for Marshall. He walked off with several new companions, both human and pokegirl. He kept his pokemon on alert in case the new girls tried anything, but Annie and Frannie seemed entirely genuine. They even insisted on making dinner for him, which was a pleasant relief from his usual duties. Fran was a decent cook with her simple supplies, although Annie seemed to curl up too close to the fire and kept... enjoying it too much.

The former banditos seemed to have no issues with walking the rest of the way wearing nothing but underwear and shoes. Of course, it was very clear by now that they were a couple of freaky sisters. Annie slept that night snuggled up against her flaming Litwick, dozing right off with her nose an inch from the fireball and hot wax. Frannie took a bit longer to go to sleep, if only because she stayed sitting up in her sleeping bag staring into Espeon's eyes in a hypnotic trance. She seemed nearly comatose for about twenty minutes before she passed out like a snoring corpse.

It was one thing keeping pokegirls on his belt to live as his partners. It was strange when he stopped off at the next little village, buying some women's clothes while the naked former criminals and current brainwashing/fire fetishists waited for him in the woods.