Pokegirl Adventures Part 4: Neon City Lights

I did my best to take into account the poll from earlier this month, so there's a little bit of everything in here. World building, character development, sex and fighting. A few more pokegirls get caught while Marshall learns the ways of the bright Neon City.

With the last battle done with, Marshall found his way back on the trail to Neon City. After a while, things seemed properly safe and Wartortle was called back into her pokeball. She felt that warm and familiar glow followed by that vague sense of movement. A few moments later, she was back in what was clearly labeled as The Pokelounge. It was all some type of digital projection or bioelectronic interpretation to the unique biology of pokegirls, but the short of it was Wartortle perceiving it as this huge station or airport-looking area. What must have been thousands of pokegirls were scattered about at all sizes and types, floating or crawling or teleporting around wherever they were going. Wartortle waved her hand over a floating holographic console and it summoned a glowing line along the ground. She followed it with a casual wave at a few that waved or stared. She was freshly evolved, after all, so she was a bit of an eyecatcher.
The finally lead her to a simple sliding door, labeled by a series of code that Wartortle had come to recognize as "Marshall." She swept her hand by it and it opened up to their private lounge, the rest of her teammates strewn about. It resembled a bizarre apartment, larger than it was when she'd last visited. Stairs led up to another floor, but it changed as they needed. She was already looking forward to going upstairs and lounging on the inexplicable indoor beach for a while, but first she checked in with the girls.
Mankey was working on a heavy bag in the far corner, grunting and huffing with a muted but delighted grin on her face. Ekans and Snorlax few flopped into variously sized beanbag chairs, watching a large tv while they indulged in their vices of choice. Snorlax had a bag of chips the size of a potato sack while Ekans was rolled and lit fresh cigarette of purple powder. Cofagrigus was off to one side, speaking in front of a huge stone tablet covered in hyroglypghs while Vespiqueen, Beedrill and Combee listened patiently.
"Hey, Cof," Wartortle greeted as she walked over. "How are the new girls doing?"
"Ah, Lady Squirtle! I see you've decided to ascend to a higher level of existence! I remember the experience myself. Very uplifting. Very exciting." Cofagrigus beamed as she adjusted her mummy wraps around her chest to be more comfortable (yet revealing).
"I evolved. Marshall seemed pretty pleased about it."
"Yes, I recall." The mummy pokegirl frowned, rubbing her neck tenderly. "I was just going over the rules with the new recruits to our pantheon. Of course, how you should hold no god above our pharoah Marshall. Second in line would be you and myself, respecting your seniority-"
"Which I disagree with," Vespiqueen cut in with a haughty huff.
"And how I will be conducting a thorough cavity search to ensure that there is no contraband being-"
"What?! Okay, no, you handsy old nutjob," Wartortle interrupted. She waved a dismissive hand at the smirking mummy and faced the new set of insect-like pokegirls. "Look, you don't fight anybody until the master tells you. This place gives you whatever you want, but if you need anything just ask one of us. Try to rest and heal up when you're in here in case he needs us, but otherwise, just be cool with each other. Alright?"
Beedrill raised her gauntleted arm into a salute. "My life for my new liege."
"I can certainly see to an alliance of understandings with his Marshall," Vespiqueen conceded warmly. She gave a dirty look towards Combee, who quickly averted her eyes and nodded in agreement.
"Great! Looking forward to working with you girls," Wartortle grinned.
The blue-haired pokegirl went upstairs, a long hall lined with more rooms than there were inhabitants in this particular databank. She was what was known as a born-and-bred, specifically born to pokegirls that were already captured so that she was tame and cooperative enough for a new trainer. She didn't know much of a life without a pokeball, but the other girls she talked to (the ones that had lived out in the wilderness) insisted that this was the best thing to ever happen to them. Wartortle walked past her room, tending to ignore the bed that waited inside. She went into the small changing room instead, tossing aside her new water gun and backpack into one of the storage spaces. She turned and looked at the mirror, adjusting her new hair clips before slipping out of her shorts, leaving her in just her bikini. She paused a while to admire herself and her newly developed body. There was a bit of ambiguity about evolution, even among pokegirls. Some personality and physical changes were common, and some wondered just how much of them was still them. She giggled and posed a bit, bending over and groping around her new boobs and shaking her wider bottom before flexing for herself. She still remembered meeting Marshall and their close experiences in this short amount of time, and that still felt like it defined it. A new set of gear and a new rack just meant other means to make him happy.
She opened the door that revealed a seemingly endless beach, sand stretching far off to either side and the waters never ending with their gentle waves. It looked like the door lead right in the middle of the perfect vacation spot. She stepped out in her swimsuit just to gasp and jump at the sight.
Spearow was laid out on a towel, her pants entirely gone. The caped tomboy had her eyes closed, moaning and cooing softly as Blitzle had her dark lips buried in between her legs. The zebra pokegirl's tightly muscled ass stuck up in the air as she went on softly licking and sucking on her partner.
"That's it... harder. Higher," Spearow panted. "Higher voltage."
Blitzle nodded silently while Wartortle watched silently, backing up but peeking her head into the doorframe. She heard a distinct crackling noise as Spearow let out a loud wail, arching her back in a way that shoved her hips into Blitzle's face. She had to pull back a moment, and Wartortle could see sparks coming off the zebra girl's tongue. She licked her lips, making them crackle before she lunged back inside of the flying pokegirl. "YES! FUCK YES! God, why does that feel so fucking good! Shock my clit good, you unicorn cunt!"
Wartortle finally cleared her throat as she pretended to first enter the beach room. Blitzle looked up at her briefly before lifting her face from Spearow. "Squirtle is back," she added calmly to the panting bird girl.
"You act like that's even on my mind right now," Spearow said breathlessly. She grabbed Blitzle by the horn and pulled her back into her pussy, resuming the licking and sparking as Wartortle shook her head and went for the water.
"This is basically my room, you know!" she called to them. "You're not even Water types!"
"Sex on the beach is hot to anybody," Spearow retorted curtly. Within their digital realm of digital pokegirls, any of their language barriers went right out the window. It was also how the pokegirls learned larger vocabularies the longer their trainer used them.
There was a louder crackling as Spearow's voice grew louder and more vulgar. "YES, you Electric piece of shit! Shock it good! Melt my clit off! Blast my fucking nerves off! Fucking cunt-ass fucking SHIIIIT!!!"
Wartortle just made sure that she was far from the Electric type and her orgasming teammate when she went into the water, readily diving under and swimming around contently. They were still going at it, judging by the echoing shouts when she was underwater, which she figured at least meant that they were getting along. Just to be sure, though... she did end up poking her head out of the water and watching for a while as her fingers explored her new body.
Things were quiet, comfortable, and refreshing inside their pokeballs, so time went by strangely. They had what felt like a week to the day compared to the outside world, but finally, a soft pinging noise rang through the room. The girls all looked up and saw that Vespiqueen and Ekans had glowing red arrows floating over their heads and a blue line ran along the floor from their feet to the front door of their den.
Ekans stretched from her spot on the couch and sat up, tapping the arrow to make it vanish in confirmation. "Yea, yea. I'm awake," she grumbled, sending a light kick into Snorlax's belly. She had passed out on the floor a couple hours ago. "Can't say the same for fatso."
"Well this should be quite thrilling, yes?" Vespiqueen chimed brightly in her pseudo-English accent, tapping the arrow herself and the two walking casually out the door.
Marshall had reached Neon City without any further trouble. He had hoped to run into a few more wild pokegirls on the way, but he guessed they deserved a break after that warzone. Neon was what it suggested, built right up against the Minty Mountains. It cast the place in shadow for the majority of the day, so the denizens made the most of living in extended night by having a really wild nightlife. Even being exposed to the world of pokegirls, there were some ladies (pokegirl and human) that wore tight dresses, glittery leotards, or skimpy tops that made the townie blush. True to the name, huge, brightly colored signs of neon tubing or high-end holograms advertised various brands of pokeballs, licensed breeders, adoption centers, trading meetups, island vacations, and less wholesome services.
"Isaac would have loved it here," Marshall muttered, looking over the shady, sexed-up town. He tugged his backpack on tighter and tapped his Pokepad to find the nearest league-supported hotel and the gym for tomorrow.
"Hey! Fuck you, buddy!" Marshall winced and hoped he wasn't about to get mugged, but no one approached him. When he finally dared to look up, he was glad to see it was a pokegirl. She had deep purple skin and wide hips, on the short side despite her chubby but sexy build. Thick and greasy purple hair hung over her shoulders, and she wore a snug and frilled dress that had similar slime and trashy stains on it. She stuck out a long purple tongue at him before she waddled back into the alley with a wiggle of her hips.
"Oh shit! Grimer!" Marshall exclaimed excitedly. He knew that pokegirls would sometimes appear in cities, with Grimers among the more frequent examples. He grabbed one of his balls and ran in after it... just to get grabbed by his collar when someone stepped out from behind one of the dumpsters.
"Not so fast, kid. I'm lookin for somebody to play with," growled a rough man's voice. Marshall froze up as a rather buff, bald-headed man in a tanktop lifted him off his feet and turned him to face him. "So how about you and me have a little bet? Say, a thousand poke-yen to whoever wins?" He grinned at Marshall grimly, holding out a battered but functioning pokepad and ball of his own.
"Uh... I would, but I kind of got to catch that Grimer. I haven't got one, and Muk has some crazy stamina..."
"Let me put it this way then," the man said with a scowl. "Either our pokegirls fight, or we do."Marshall bit his lip, eyes darting from the challenger to the fleeing Grimer. "Okay. Quick!" Marshall agreed, tapping his pokepad to accept the challenge and register his first fighter. As soon as he did, he grabbed two pokeballs and flung them in opposite directions, one behind and one in front of him.
"Ekans, go get Grimer! Vespiqueen! Take on this big bully!"
Ekans appeared in a flash, darting off down the alley and flinging a few of her toxic needles at Grimer. They seemed to just get stuck on the trashy dress and chubby folds of her body, so Grimer whirled around and spit a wad of purple goop back at her. Ekans hopped onto a trash can to dodge then ran along the wall of the alley before leaping off to kick at Grimer. The slimey girl dodged, but Ekans shifted her position so that she dove into the ground, burrowing under rather than hitting it.
As the regal bee pokegirl hovered in the air between him and Marshall, Mugger Vince threw out his pokegirl. "Get em, Jinx!" The black-skinned but bright-haired pokegirl appeared in a cleavage-baring cocktail dress. "Ohmigawd," she chirped before blowing a kiss towards Marshall.
"Such low class!" Vespiqueen huffed with a flick of her wings.
"Ekans, keep at her and keep low," Marshall directed quickly over his shoulder. "Vespiqueen, use Gust!"
The queen bee pokegirl hovered higher off the ground and beat her wings rapidly, blasting the outer half of the alley with a strong burst of wind. She paid no mind to how if flared up her gown or Jinx's dress, but then neither did the bimbo pokegirl.
"Looks like you forgot Ice beats flying." Vince grinned, giving Jinx a quick smack on the ass. "Hit her with an Ice Punch!"
"Fer sure!" Jinx gushed, running into the wind and ignoring how her dress and hair were blown back behind her, flashing the purple thong as her palm glowed bright blue. It was more slap than punch, but she managed to lash out and strike Vespiqueen with a sound like shattering ice. It sent her flying back several feet before she righted herself, hastily brushing some lingering frost off her dress.
"Bad pick, kid," Vince snorted at Marshall, but he smirked right back.
"Well I guess you forgot that bugs beat psychics," Marshall reminded him.
"Wait, Jinx is psychic?"
"Pin Missile!"
Vespiqueen flew up higher and twirled in the air like a ballerina, releasing a spray of narrow stingers at the black and blonde bimbo. Jinx squealed and flailed in a panic as the barbs sliced off chunks of her dress. "Not the hair!" she wailed as some of them tangled in her golden locks as well.
"Forget that, Jinx! Just blow em!"Jinx finally managed to suck in a deep breath, puffing up her breasts before she blew out a spray of chilly wind. Vespiqueen lifted one of her layered skirts to block it, but the ice sealed around the base of her dress to prevent any more of her barb shots.
"Now catch her and heal with a Draining Kiss!"
"With pleasure!" Jinx chimed and leapt up, grabbing Vespiqueen around the waist, shoving her pouty lips against the bee pokegirl's and burying her tongue into her mouth. It visibly rolled over and inside Vespiqueen, who blushed as a bit of glowing energy passed between them.
"There's no getting away from Jinx's liplock," Vince sneered, but Marshall nodded.
"Good. Vespiqueen! Use Fly!"
The queen bee beat her wings harder, zipping high over the rooftops. Jinx seemed to obliviously keep making out with her, leaving the more agile flyer to manipulate their positioning and rocket back down in a skyrocketing piledriver. To her credit, Jinx kept on trying to swallow Vespiqueen's tongue until her eyes went wide as she crashed into the pavement. She landed perfectly upside down, head burying an inch or two into the ground with her legs spread eagle above her. Marshall checked over his shoulder in time to see Grimer slide out of an arm submission from Ekans, but the snake pokegirl shoved her forward to bounce off the wall with a thick splat.
"Nice work, girls! Looks like I can work two fights better than you can do one," Marshall said proudly. He turned back towards Vince, just to see the big man rushing towards him with a fist cocked. He jumped and threw up his hands in a panicked defense, but Vespiqueen darted between them in a flash. No matter how tough they were, the strongest humans only seemed to be comparable to a low-end pokegirl in physical abilities. She smacked her honeyed scepter across his wrist, knocking his blow aside before she backhand slapped Vince, which was enough to fling him a dozen feet back into the dumpster he'd been hiding behind in the first place.
"Long live the queen," Vespiqueen said haughtily, folding her arms over her chest.
"Jeez, dude. Really? You don't know when to quit." There was the ping from Marshall's pokepad as the money was transferred in accordance with the preset bet. "So you jump me while I'm chasing pokegirls, threaten me into a match, force a bet onto me, lose it hard, and then try to beat me up anyway?" The guy winced, still not bothering to recall his Jinx that was a KOed mess in the middle of the alley. Marshall turned long enough to throw a pokeball and snatch up the Grimer in a quick burst of light before checking his pokepad.
"Mugger Vince, huh? Something tells me that's not a properly registered trainer name..." Vince started to bite his lip nervously. "Regulations alone would have you paying all kinds of fines. Then attempted assault and threats, and that's just the stuff I know about! I bet even the Neon City's pennies would be glad to toss you in the poke-pokey for that."
"Ahhhh, come on! You can't turn me in!" the bald dude pleaded. "Folks are gamblers here. They're usually alright with the duels. I needed the quick cash and you were right there... ya can't send me back to jail!" He scanned the scene quickly, with Vespiqueen glaring at him expectingly. Vince recalled Jinx before tapping rapidly on his pad. Marshall got another notice, this time offering a trade.
"Here. Take my Jinx. I'm goin' straight, I swear!"
Marshall hesitated a moment. "It doesn't mean you can't use a pokegirl," he added cautiously.
"I got more stashed at my place. But you were right kid. You're twice the trainer I am already. You'd make a lot better use out of her than I would with some back alley brawls."
"I mean if you're sure... awesome!" Marshall accepted the exchange as the beam poured from his pokeball to Vince's, confirming the gifted ditz (complete with her barely existent HP).
Marshall let the big guy leave without anything more than a short nod goodbye. After all the warnings from the hiker about the Scarlet City and the pokemob, he hadn't been expecting to get jumped out here. He was glad to just retreat to his hotel for now, checking the numbers and pokepedia on his newest catches. Deciding that he wanted to be at full capacity, he pulled out the purple vial from his bag and rapped a finger on his pokeball. "Jinx. Come on out."
"Ohmigawd!" the bubbly Jinx gushed as she reappeared, striking a pose with her arms folded behind her head. She reminded Marshall of the sexily-dressed girls that were in front of all the clubs and casinos to draw people's' attention. She was gorgeous in her own strange way, but that went for basically every pokegirl.
"Hey," he said a bit sheepishly, blushing under the deep tan of his cheeks. "Sorry about the fight before. I was going to restock in town, so I thought you could use an extra healing potion."
"That's so sweet!" she chimed brightly, leaning in and kissing him on the cheek.
"It's just... it needs to be rubbed into you..."
"That's so sweet!" she repeated like a parrot, smiling at him with her pouty lips and batting lashes.
"So... I guess your clothes aren't a part of your body?" Marshall attempted.
"Uhhhhm," she droned with a ditzy tilt of her head, but didn't answer any further.
Marshall sighed and nodded. "Yea, I expected as much. Okay... can you get on the bed? I can help you out from there."
Jinx nodded briskly and unzipped her dress, revealing her boldly black skin. Her huge breasts bounced out of her clothes to end in bright pink nipples while her bubble butt wobbled all the way to the bed. The fact that he hadn't really advised her to concerning him a little, meaning that she had either learned this approach from her old trainer or instinctively went with that as a bimbo pokemon. She certainly didn't act like a psychic.
Marshall climbed onto the bed, kneeling beside the naked Jinx as he dumped some of the thick salve into his hands. Rubbing across her middle back, her skin was almost polished smooth. She started to moan almost instantly, loud and shameless enough that Marshall started to blush. He kept his hands going, trying to move at a quick pace while still getting her everywhere. She brushed aside her long golden hair for him to get her shoulders.
"Ohhhh fuck that's nice!" she cooed, licking her full lips and gyrating her hips pornographically. He reached past her torso to rub it over her breasts, and even by looking at them found them to be ridiculously huge and soft to the touch. She ate up the attention with some lusty panting, enough that Marshall almost started to feel guilty when she raised her hips. "Go down!" she pleaded.
"Jinx, you know I don't need you to-"
"Pweeeease?" she cooed in a babyish voice, turning and pouting to him.
Marshall's heart skipped a beat, possibly because it was directing all his blood to his dick. "Okay!" he squeaked before shuffling down towards her legs. He rubbed up her legs and feet, trying to put off the inevitable. He found that it didn't help much, because she was still nude and her thighs had parted so he could look right at her pussy. The potion hadn't reached her hips yet, but she was already visibly soaking wet.
"Ooh, I'm so chilly. Won't you warm me up?" she chimed in another of her flirty lines. Marshall took a deep breath and finally spoke up.
"Look, Jinx. You don't have to do this. I know you've got some stereotypes and I'm not sure how Vince treated you, but I'm okay with you just being... you."
Jinx gave him a puzzled look from over her shoulder, pushing herself up to her knees. She leaned back until her slick, dark-skinned back pressed against his chest. "You want me? You have me," she purred before she pulled on his hair, forcing his head over her shoulder as she kissed him. Her tongue rolled over his, moaning as her pillowy lips engulfed his. Jinx took his hands next, never hurting him but guiding the boy through feeling her up. Marshall wasn't a virgin and had fooled around with Squirtle, but she was clearly far more experienced than any partner he'd been with. She knew what she wanted, which was a lot more than Marshall knew.
She forced one hand to her massive chest, squeezing his hand lightly until he started squeezing around her nipple. The other oily hand went down to her hairless crotch, dipping into the dark purple folds. Marshall breathed more rapidly through his nose, his erection pressing against her bare ass through his shorts. She started gyrating again, still sucking his tongue into her mouth with her talented lips and tongue. She led his hand, silently guiding him through pleasuring her and releasing his hands as they starte to perform how she'd hoped. She angled his hand until he found her clitoris, tiny but hard and soaking wet so that his fingers slipped over it quickly and easily. The moaning bimbo pokegirl only broke her kiss when she needed to cry out in pleasure, the cum bursting from her pussy. It felt warm over Marshall's fingers just before it grew shockingly cold a moment later.
"Yow!" he yelped, pulling his hand back. "Ice type. Almost forgot."
"That's so sweet!" she chirped again, shivering once more before she turned herself to face him. She moved to her hands and knees, taking his shorts and pulling them down. "Now give us a kiss."
Marshall wanted to assure her she didn't have to, but Jinx was clearly a confident and capable woman, if a bit ditzy. He'd do some more research later and find that they were generally just like this, even in the wild. Klutzy, flirty, and just plain loving sex more than even the rest of the pokegirls. He'd also learn later that their mouths were so strong and sensitive that they were almost as much an erogenous zone as their vaginas. It would explain why she engulfed his cock so passionately in her mouth, pumping her head slowly with wet and noisy sucking sounds. Her eyes rolled back in her head with delight, as if just the taste of his cock was enough to make her cum again.
It wasn't terribly far off. She took him deeper still, stroking his balls and rod until his cock was stuffed down her throat. Her big eyelashes fluttered rapidly before she shivered again, cumming just from her mouthful of dick without even touching her pussy. Seeing her orgasming while she moaned and shook around his rod, Marshall had no alternative but to release his load into her throat. She drank it all down happily, her tightly sealed lips wrapped around his cock so that only a few drops of white appeared between them. Her tongue probed at the hole of his cock, milking all she could out of him until he felt an almost electric pulsing sensation in his hips. Her mouth glowed green around his dick, still happily bobbing her head over it.
"Ow! Ow, no Draining Kiss!" Marshall hissed quietly.
"Woopsy! Teehee!" Jinx's mouth left his cock with a pop, smiling ditzily at him. "Excuuuuse me! That was fun!"
"Well I'm glad," Marshall panted, flopping back on the pillows. "The potion must have worked if you're feeling that good."
"Uh huh! That's so sweet, Marshall!"
Marshall laughed at her learning his name somewhere in the process of their lovemaking. He went to set aside the empty potion vial and sorting through his bag for his pajamas. "Well I was going to do some more searching on the new catches and the Neon City gym. Did you want to stay out tonight or visit the girls in the ball?"
"You want me? You have me," she cooed, shifting up to the head of the bed. She hugged him against her pillowy breast instead of the actual pillows while he got to work, pecking him with the occasional happy kiss.