Pokegirls Adventures: Turf War

"Cofagrigus! Use Grope!"

"As you wish, pharaoh!" The mummy pokegirl gestured lazily with her hand, the shadows of the trees and grass turning into long arms that lunged for their target. Blitzle saw them coming, a few wary sparks coming off of her bright white hair and bounding safely away in a single leap.

"Too slow, fatty!" it boasted. Blitzle's speed and Electric type would make for a handy addition to his team. She had very dark skin contrasted by white leg warmers and a tight jumpsuit of black with white streaks. Her own skin reflected a similar pattern, white tattoos smeared across patches of her skin. White, full hair ran down her back, and a lightning-bolt shaped horn poked out of the athletic pokegirl's forehead.

Said horn glowed before firing off a bolt of electricity at Cofagrigus, but she mustered a shadowy orb around herself that absorbed the damage. "This peasant is starting to bore me, pharaoh," the mummy growled at her master as she released the shield.

"Yea, we're just having a standoff at this point. Mankey! Give it a shot!" Marshall tossed out the ball that erupted into his kungfu monkey girl, who shrieked in excitement as she dove into a flying kick at the zebra pokegirl. She came closer, but the speedy striped humanoid darted aside at the last minute.

"Can't catch me," she gloated, charging up her horn again and aiming it for Mankey.

"Do watch your step," Cofagrigus purred, snapping her fingers as the shadows underneath Blitzle made their move. They snaked up the black parts of her body to catch her by surprise, the shadowy hands grabbing around her hips and legs. "Nothing good will come from ignoring my undying beauty."

The speedster had nowhere to go, which made a big gut-buster of a punch from Mankey enough to bring her to her knees and breathless. Mankey flipped around to catch Blitzle in a chokehold, making her an easy target for Marshall's pokeball. A flash and a big of jiggling and it was his.

Marshall felt like he was moving at a pretty good pace. The population was a little low in the area, but he'd still bagged Blitzle and a feisty Spearow to join the rest of his party. The short but wild-haired bird pokegirl wasn't the strongest, losing to Squirtle in a few quick moves, but she could pack a real punch when she evolved, and fought fiercely in either form. Plus, like Cofagrigus, having a pokegirl that could fly tended to have all kinds of practical uses.

Marshall was just settling down for lunch when he found his first random trainer battle. He'd just started unpacking his cans of food when the rustling among the trees had him go for his pokeballs. Instead of a stray pokegirl, a rugged and heavyset man came stumbling into view. They caught each other's eye, and after a moment the big man grinned.

"Finally! A friendly face!" he laughed. "Want to throwdown before take a load off?" He reached into his backpack and pulled out a pair of pokeballs of his own.

"You got it!" Marshall agreed cheerily, sitting up from his log and pulling out his trainer ID. The card gave off its quick flash of holographic stats, the sheathed badge on the man's belt doing the same. It showed his profile name as "Duncan," a Rank 1 trainer like Marshall. Some numbers flashed around before the automation proposed a 2 vs 2. Both his accept on the display and the fight was on.

"Go, Monferno!"

"Let's do this, Squirtle!"

Marshall's trusty starter popped out, water gun, backpack and all. Across from her, the opponent's pokegirl was a tall and slim redhead. She had a passing resemblance to Mankey, but taller and thicker like an amateur bodybuilder. She had a long rope of a tail that ended in a small, flickering fire, and fur of the same color ran from under her sports bra and gym shorts to line her muscular back and arms.

“Aright! Let's do this!” Monferno boomed eagerly. Duncan looked momentarily less thrilled than his pokegirl as he sized them up.

“Know your types, do ya?” Marshall grinned.

“Not the best with em, but I know basic logic…”

“Logic won't tell you why Ground is weak to Ice, man.”

“Wait, it is?”

“Yea, but nobody cares because pure ones of either can be hard to come by.” Marshall was a geek on these things, and outside of training pokegirls, there wasn't much he liked more than showing it off a little.

“Well at least she's not evolved yet. Monferno, use Fire Blast!”

“Douse em. Squirtle!”

The blazing monkey girl threw out a punch surrounded by flame, giving an enthusiastic "YEA! GET SOME!" as a fireball flew from her arm.

"It's wet t-shirt time!" Squirtle chimed back, meeting the blast with a burst from her squirt gun. The blasts struggled briefly in midair before the water punched through and blasted Monferno, leaving her sputtering and rubbing her eyes as the water landed as promised, soaking her clothes and sticking them to her skin. Ducan frowned at his strongest attack being deflected so easily.

"Okay, new strategy! Get in there and give her a Mega Punch!" Monferno moved in with impressive speed, winding up for a big swing but Squirtle hopped over her fist with a nimble bound.

"Nice! Now like we practiced: Withdraw!" Marshall called out. Squirtle flipped forward, shedding her backpack and dragging it behind it. The straps slid around Monferno's extended arm and tucked under her other one, puzzling the monkeygirl as she fumbled with the reversed backpack attached to her chest. Even when she spun around, the pack was in her way when she tried to look for the shorter squirter.

"Get that hot ass back here!" Monferno growled, but Squirtle dove between her legs and pumped her water pistol again.

"Get ready to squirt!" she chimed before blasting her water straight up into Monferno's crotch. The redhead let out a long squeal and cupped her groin as the blast launched her like a geyser into the air. Monferno flopped back to the ground a few seconds later, cupping her crotch and twitching as she moaned softly. Her pussy was soaked right through her bottoms, and the noises she made didn't sound like all of it was just Squirtle's water down there.

"Aright fine. Monferno, return! Get 'em, Goldeen!" The fit pokegirl was sucked back up while Duncan's next burst out in the usual radiant flash. Goldeen was a pale pokegirl that could be mistaken for a princess. She looked like a grown woman but with young and dainty features, a flowing orange dress, and a cone-like spike at her hip like a rapier.

Squirtle reclaimed her backpack and tossed it back around her shoulders with a quick flourish. Her free hand fired off some jets of water, but Goldeen gave a wide flourish of her dress that deflected it harmlessly into the trees.

Goldeen drew her horn-like sword and lunged at Squirtle, but she dodged or deflected the strikes with her squirt gun. "Now, Goldeen! Use Wiggle Dance!" Duncan ordered, the goldfish pokegirl promptly flourishing her tail-like gown at Squirtle, getting her to dodge back. When she readied another shot of water, Goldeen leaned over and squeezed her arms around her breasts.

"Can't resist my siren song," Goldeen chimed highly as she started swaying her hips, and her breasts bouncing with them. Squirtle's eyes wobbled back and forth with them, her step starting to sway unsteadily with them.

"Whoa... look at em go..." Squirtle muttered dizzily, seeming unable to stop from staring let alone aim straight. Marshall frowned and grabbed a pair of his hyper balls, using one to recall her. He double checked his Pokepad to ensure that it showed her as still in the fight. The displays tracked the competing pokegirls, and while she was still dazed, she could be put back out unlike the KOed Monferno. He considered his options briefly, but deciding that Blitzle wasn't ready at just 75%, he decided to play against type, as it were.

"Go get her, Spearow!" The short pokegirl wore a short red and black cape, more of a tattered shawl that went to her middle back. She had scruffy, dark red hair and a cocky grin on her face as she manifested from her sphere, looking eager for his first official fight. A battered old t-shirt and knee-length shorts made up the rest of her simple ensemble, making her look like a general short scrapper.

"Let's go, punk!" she chirped brightly, hopping from one foot to the other. Goldeen drew her horn again and tried for a quick swipe at her, but Spearow leapt up into the air. She spread her arms, flipping up her short cape to pop out like a miniature parachute. Despite how awkward it looked, the runty pokegirl soared easily through the air above her foe. Goldeen resorted to throwing her blade like a javelin, but Spearow swept her cape and kicked up a burst of wind. The weapon flew well off course and stuck into a tree instead. With her disarmed, Spearow swept down and kicked her in the center of her breasts, leaving them jiggling against her will this time as Spearow swept back into the air.

"Try again, bitch!" Spearow cackled gleefully, the pokegirl famously capable of being pretty obnoxious. Goldeen glared at her and fumed, but Duncan tried to reel her in.

"Use your Sing attack, Goldeen! That'll bring her down!" Goldeen smirked and put a hand to her bosom, starting to sing a sweet and wordless tune. Marshall knew it was a classic sleep-inducing move, usually toted by the more classically cute pokegirls. Knowing the general movesets as he did, though, he'd also planned on that with his choice.

"Spearow! Use Screech now!" The air actually pulsed as the piercing cry of the flying pokegirl burst out from her lungs. It easily drowned out the song while making Goldeen falter and even Duncan stumbling in surprise.

"You crude little beast!" Goldeen complained, clutching her ears.

"Your waifu is shit!" Spearow taunted with her generic line as she fluttered about in the air eagerly.

"Now, Spearow! Finish it with Gust!" The pokegirl dove down before breaking into a last minute spin, pivoting on her heel and whipping her cape around. The wind that trailed after it followed suit, and as she ducked past the disoriented Goldeen it kicked up into a powerful miniature tornado. It burst up from the ground, flinging Goldeen screaming into the air as her fancy gown was blasted into shreds. The naked pokegirl came flying back at the ground and slammed down, left in a naked, dazed heap in a small crater. Marshall's pokepad chimed loudly, automaticallyapplying the winner's bonus to his bank account.

"Damn! Spunky little thing you got!" Duncan declared as he recalled Goldeen.

"Fresh catch too," Marshall said proudly. Spearow landed in front of him and he leaned down to ruffle her hair, getting some affectionate cooing from her.

"Well I'm sure not going out there with half my team trashed," Duncan decided, sitting on a nearby rock that Squirtle's fighting hadn't left soaking wet. "Mind if I join ya? A good battle works up my appetite."

"Knock yourself out," Marshall shrugged, going back to his own supplies.

"You got a whole bushel of catches there, son," Duncan chuckled as he took out his own canister of food. He popped it open and there was the same sharp hiss of air as it released burst of light that became a roast beef sandwich (plate, napkin and all) in his lap. Once they had mastered catching pokegirls, making other kinds of non-living matter portable and non-perishable had started to come along pretty rapidly.

"The trick is to stay off the paths," Marshall advised. "The jumpy ones hate the roads, and hide in the trees. If they're startled, half the time they'll come rushing right for you." It was more difficult to be sure, but Marshall had long-since researched this as the best approach for his means to catch as many as he could as quick as he could.

"Ah. That would do it," Duncan seemed to agree. "Most of us stay to the paths and dip in for the occasional look-see in the woods when we're feeling confident." He watched as Marshall scooped some of the beans off his plate onto a napkin, with Spearow sniffing at them before happily burying her face in them and munching away. Not all of the pokegirls were that bright, but Spearow definitely seemed more energy than brains. Then again, it had made for a few last minute frantic dodges by Squirtle during their fight earlier.

"So Spearows eat beans, do they?" Duncan asked as he ate his sandwich.

"This one does, at least." Marshall gave a rub against the back of her frizzy hair, and Spearow gave a chipper little chirp before leaning her head on his shoulder. "Why? What do you usually feed yours?"

"Feed them?" Dylan gave Marshall a puzzled look. "The balls give them all the nutrition and rest they need. It's part of the programming."

"Because they like it," Marshall said proudly. The conversion into data kept the pokegirls alive and healthy, even fixing things like diseases and poisons over time. Marshall still didn't think that giving them 1's and 0's to eat sounded very appetizing, just like only letting them out to fight felt a little harsh. His parents had to deal with pokegirls in bulk back on his pokefarm, but a personal handling always made for the friendliest sorts to ship out to the labs for starters. Any pokegirl would do their job, but the ones you treated with a little of affection and kindness were the types like the Gogoat that had shoved Marshall's dad out of the way of an oncoming tractor.

"Huh. So where were you headed?" Duncan pried between big bites.

"Scarlet City and Neon Town were supposed to be the nearest Rank 1's. I thought I'd head those directions." Duncan frowned and gave a concerned little grunt. "What?"

"Rough ways to go. I'd stick with the roads and head to Neon first. Better yet, take a break down in Magentaville. Let this stuff blow over."

"Wait, what stuff?" Marshall had his plans all set up on where to go. He didn't like the idea of anything delaying his journey.

"Well, Scarlet City has a pretty bad reputation right now. They say that the Pokemob and their pokebanditos work out of there lately. They're those jerks that get in people's' way and take their pokegirls if they lose." The Pokemob was pretty universally considered the worst scum of the pokegirl trainer world with their bizarre gambling ring. "If nothing else, wait to go there until you're strong enough to handle them."

"So why not Neon Town?" Kayla the Dark-type trainer was supposed to be holed up there, if rather reclusive about it.

"Like I said, that paths are clear, but I saw a guy come out of the woods all scratched up. He said there's a whole swarm of bug pokegirls up in that part of the woods."

Marshall gave him a concerned look. "Wait... a SWARM of bug types?"

"Yea, so you can understand how..."

"You mean we can catch a whole load of pokegirls!? I don't even have any bug types yet!" Marshall wolfed down the last of his food and patted Spearow on the back. "Spearow! Finish up! We can probably still catch up to em! Thanks, mister!"


Marshall knew about something they called "bug mania" among the rookie trainers. The Bug-types were always among the easiest to catch and evolved quickly with the right attention, making for some "flash in the pan" powerhouses in the trainer's early days. That also made for trainers struggling against the types that dominated bugs, such as Fire and Rock gyms. Some avoided bug pokegirls altogether for that reason, except for fighting them for experience (something Marshall found a little cruel to go looking for, but it was also a sport/hobby that revolved around enabling magical creatures wishing to fight). But when you had the "snatch em all" mentality, easily caught and evolving quickly were just bonuses.

Marshall was positively hyped to find that these weren't common catches either. The swarm that Duncan had warned him about was full of two main sides, likely feuding for turf. He heard the buzzing before he saw the bunch of Combees; short but curvy girls in black and yellow dresses in a honeycomb pattern. They all had long antennae and see through insectoid wings. They wore black thongs as well, given that they apparently didn't give a second thought to people on the ground looking up their skirts.

The other side was made up of Beedrills; girls in thin metallic armor with similar bee stripe patterns. It wasn't especially practical, of course, built like a bikini rather than full plate mail. Pokegirls fought in schoolgirl uniforms and squirt guns rather than flak vests, after all. They each wielded a long lance, and like the Combees had almost no differences between their slim figures and serious expressions besides minor weight or height changes.

The two kept charging into each other's forces. Sometimes the Combees produced and flung lumps of honey to stick them down or the Beedrills sprayed thick string from their lances, but they mostly clashed in simple, catty lockups pulling on wings or hair. Exact reasons were vague, since their natural vocabulary was pretty limited.


“Have at thee, wench!” a Beedrill would cry, with a dozen or so repeats of it from her sisters across their improvised battlefield. There were trees scattered here and there, but they mostly stuck to the open areas to make the most of their flying abilities.

“Come and get me, honey!” a Combee cried, latching onto a Beedrill from behind and tackling her to the ground before slapping her face around.

These kind of feuds weren’t unheard of but the fact that every pokegirl involved was a kind of bee. They had a very particular kind of mindset that they were famous for. From his cover in the treeline, Marshall set the pokepad to scanning and sure enough, he managed to zoom it in on the heads of each side. The Beedrills seemed to have a general of sorts. She was taller than the rest, even taller than Marshall himself, and wore slightly more heavy and elaborate armor (even if it was still exposing her midriff, cleavage, and thighs). Instead of the standard lance, she had a huge and broad sword that she wielded to smack the Combees down in one stroke.

The Combees were more predictably being lead by their evolved big sister. Vespiqueen was a busty woman in some sort of cocktail dress patterned like the rest of them, but with the biggest tits Marshall had ever seen. She wore a tiara lined with an antenna on either side, adding to her queen bee look. The young trainer couldn’t decide if she looked more like a prom queen or a lounge singer, but she was obviously calling the shots and organizing the Combees into groups and crude formations.

“Well, obvious is one thing. But easy…?” Marshall mused. Taking out the leaders would scramble either side, but it would also be pretty easy to draw attention

“Well, obvious is one thing. But easy…?” Marshall mused. Taking out the leaders would scramble either side, but it would also be pretty easy to draw attention to himself by doing that. It wasn't the conventional method, but he knew how to think on his feet. "Cofagrigus. Mankey. Ekans. Blitzle." He whispered as his tapped their pokeballs, popping his pokegirls back into physical form. "Okay, girls. We got a stealth mission."

Marshall went over some basic instructions before they broke off into the woods in either direction. He monitored through his pokepad, making sure none of them got any damage while landing their ambushes on the feuding armies. Mankey stuck to the trees, and when one flew high and close enough, she grabbed a Beedrill in a chokehold. She gagged and squirmed before going limp, dangling from the tree for the martial arts pokegirl to discreetly drop her from the branches to join the rest of the KOed pokegirls. One Combee was knocked to the ground, trying to get back into the fray when a hole popped open beneath her. Ekans grabbed her leg and pulled her under, the nimbly flying pokegirl suddenly left with no advantage as she beat the stuffing out of her and dragged her back to Marshall, who easily caught it with a spare ball.

Cofagrigus let the insects pass through the shadows of trees, such as the Beedrill taking cover from a glob of honey coming at her. While they were in the darkness, her shadowy hands could easily overpower them, groping and spanking them into unconsciousness. Blitzle's impressive speed made her an easy scout for the outer reaches, grabbing hold of nearby Combees with one hand over their mouth and the other grabbing their crotch. Their struggles were brief as she sent an electric pulse through their pussies, vibrating them into a quick and draining orgasm before stashing their unconscious body outside the battlefield.

Things were going smoothly when the head Beedrill came charging at one of the batches of Combees. She swung her giant sword, but they scattered and let her chop down a tree with her dramatic swing... the same one that Mankey was hiding out in.

"Banzai!!" Mankey shrieked and leapt out of the collapsing tree, landing in a neat tumble. She stared back at the several dozen buzzing pokegirls, freezing up before taking a ready fighting stance. "Get out my dojo!" she snapped, challenging them rather than panicking.

"Shit," Marshall cursed, drawing out his pokeballs. "We're going loud. Snorlax! Squirtle! Balls out! Everyone move in! Go for the queens!"

There was a flash as Marshall's pokegirls deployed, barely noting that his pokeballs gained a dull blue light on their tips to indicate his full "party" was out. The hyper balls only maintained a signal for as many as 6 at once, between tech limitations and fairness in the league. The girls all came out swinging, Snorlax swatting a Beedrill against the downed tree with a meaty paw. Squirtle leapt up beside Mankey, firing jets of water up at the bee girls to blast them down or keep them at bay. The others burst from their hiding spots to support them and Marshall, Cofagrigus conjuring some scattered shadow walls while Blitzle and Ekans started opening up on them with lightning bolts and toxic spikes.

However many they knocked out, their numbers will still against them. Cofagrigus' walls were suddenly shattered when Vespiqueen lifted her skirt, spraying Pin Missiles from somewhere beneath them. Squirtle dove into Marshall's way, lifting her backpack to block the sharp projectiles but yelped as one grazed her side and knocked her over. Even if it was just barely bleeding (hardly worse than a papercut), pokegirls didn't show a lot of pain and rarely got hurt so far as bleeding. Marshall tried to check on her and go for a healing potion in his bag while the others started to fall.

Snorlax grabbed the bigger Beedrill's sword in midswing, catching the flat of the blade as Ekans jumped onto her back. The armored woman elbowed her piece of plate mail into Ekans' cheek, knocking her off before flying back. Snorlax tried to hold her in place for another to back her up, but the Combees swarmed over her and pelted her with globs of honey.

"Snack time, smallfries!" Snorlax growled, turning to chomp one of the blobs in midair. She was slowing down, and while she was starting to counter the honey, more Beedrills went after the huge target of the chubby pokegirl. They pelted her with their silly string-like bursts and soon they had enough piled onto her that she was pinned. Blitzle dodged around more blobs of honey from Vespiqueen, but enough evading soon left her surrounded by the stuff and nowhere to go as she struggled with some grabby Combees. Cofagrigus reached out and summoned a big shadowy fist to punch the Vespiqueen aside, but a burst of String Shot trapped her arms to her sides and cut off her spellcasting. "I've been mummy wrapped!" she blurted in surprise as she was knocked out by a quick thump of a Beedrill's lance.

Marshall quickly put the potion to Squirtle's lips, getting her to start drinking. "Here. Finish this. I've got to go help." He ran out towards the chaotic battlefield, aiming a pair of pokeballs. "Cofagrigus, return! Spearow! Cover me!" The mummy recalled and his bird raising chaos among the bugs, Marshall ran out to Snorlax to grab and start pulling on the sticky mess of string and honey. If he could get his heavy hitters back in, they could finish it. There was just a handful of the drones left. It was his fault for starting all this, and he wasn't about to let them all be killed over wanting some rare catches.

"For the queen!" The head of the Beedrills lunged for Marshall, her heavy blade raised. Seeing it this close, it was really more of what people called a boffer weapon: just a poser of a real sword, coated in rubber and foam to whack more than slice. Then again, she had cut right through a tree earlier, so he didn't want to take chances just in case.

Spearow stuck to her orders and drivebombed the Beedrill general, smacking her into the ground with an intense airborne tackle. They bounced across the battlefield, the Beedrill twitching and unconscious while Spearow stood up, raising her fists triumphantly but wearily. "Woo! Nailed it!" she cackled before awkwardly fluttering off after another target.

"Guards! Sieze him!" Vespiqueen barked. Marshally winced to realize she was pointing at him, and he made hardly any headway with Snorlax.

"Come on, come on," he muttered, ripping off a sticky chunk while the Combees started to surround him."

"Hold on tight! I'm coming, Marshall!" Squirtle bounded into the way and pumped her squirt gun rapidly. "Here's comes the money shot!" The ground shook slightly as Squirtle was launched back into him like an unprepared firefighter. The blast of water came out over a dozen feet wide, sending the incoming swarm flying in all directions. The current kept up for several seconds, sweeping across and blowing every last one of the bee pokegirls out of the sky. When she finally stopped, it all came pouring down like rain: not just the water, but the pokegirls as well. The water droplets bounced off the staring Marshall's hair and clothes, and various dazed Beedrills and Combees came plopping into the woods here and there with their attire variously torn off or soaked from the blast. The field filled with weak groans as Squirtle looked up from Marshall's lap, wiggling a bit to rub her butt against his lap.

"Were you gonna catch any?"

"Oh... oh yea! Right!" Marshall snapped out of it as he stopped staring at the sweaty-looking Squirtle (or maybe she was just her usual wet). He gave a quick sweep of the wild bee girls and made sure to catch the biggest from each side. The big Vespiqueen with her top blown wide open and dress in tatters, and the spread-eagle Beedrill captain were his on top of the Combee he’d grabbed before.

Marshall returned to find his pokegirls wiping off their bindings, the abundance of water making removing the string and honey much easier. When everyone looked okay, he started recalling them into their balls before ending up with just Squirtle. She was sitting and breathing heavily, eyes wide and her mouth switching from hanging agape and a small, proud smile.

"You okay?" Marshall checked, leaning down low enough to squeeze her shoulder.

"Yea... I'm all wet, but I'm good," she panted, shaking her head a bit dizzily.

"That took a lot out of you, didn't it?"

"Couldn't let you get hurt, right, Marshall?" she smiled proudly. "I'll need some time to refill, but I..." She paused and looked at him with her eyes suddenly bright and lively. "I never felt better."

She took a deep breath, puffing up her chest. The thing was that when she exhaled, her breasts still remained pushed out. She did a similar task as she stretched out her arms and legs, growing a few inches longer and some muscle growing into them. She shook out her hair, the short blue locks growing longer to hang past her shoulders. Her backpack gave a few short popping noises as more pouches appeared, making it go from a schoolyard backpack to more of a hiker's. Her strong new hands grabbed and pulled on a few bits of her water gun, adding a second barrel to it and popping a fresh canister from the pack to attach to her first water tank. A short pair of fins appeared at her elbows, and a small pop came from her head as two larger, wing-like hair clips appeared by her temples.

Marshall knew about pokegirl evolution, but he hadn't been focusing on that right now. Squirtle had gone from looking like a girl in a fetishy splash fight to the hot college girl who played too much paintball and worked out for the sake of the sport.

"You ah... you feeling okay, Squirtle?" Marshall asked gingerly.

"You tell me, boss," Squirtle said as she took his hand and pulled it to grab her tit. Her voice came out thicker and deeper from her cutesy tone from before. "Of course I do! But it's Wartortle now."

Marshall laughed lightly, grinning with pride as he looked over his powered up, sexed up starter. "Yea! Guess it is. Glad to have you on the team."