Pokegirl Adventures Part 5: Into Darkness (Patreon)

Marshall had already gotten in touch with his parents before he reached out to Professor Maple. His Pokepad's camera showed nothing but a pair of giant breasts for a few seconds before she got the right angle figured out. "Oh! Mr. Baller!" she chimed as the sexy blonde scientist smiled brightly. "How's your trip been going?"

"Not bad at all." Marshall explained some of his recent escapades to her: being jumped in the alley by the guy with the Jinx, Wartortle evolving, getting his first Pokedojo badge, and catching the rampaging Snorlax stood out.

"Geez, you've been busy!" Maple gushed. "And gosh, it says you've already got twelve pokemon! How did you get that many?!"

"I uh... walked in the woods and used Pokepedia. Wasn't that hard."

"Really? Well you're faring better than most WAAHH!" Professor Maple seemed to stand up too quickly, making her oversized breasts smack into a rack of pokeballs and sending them scattering over the floor. "Just a sec, Mr. Baller! Be right with you!"

Marshall sighed as she bent over and clumsily gathered up the pokeballs. For how she behaved, people were still surprised that Maple had made it out of pokecollege. He pet his Mankey while he waited for her to catch up, having let a few of the girls out to lounge around and pick at the room service. Marshall had grown up around pokegirls on the family farm, so they always seemed to appreciate some time to stretch their legs out in reality.

"Okay, I think I've got my hands full over here. Keep in touch, Mr. Baller! Good luck out there with the whole snatch 'em all thing!"

Marshall smiled proudly. It was a phrase tossed around a lot, but even as ditzy as she was, Maple understood what he was going for. "Thanks, professor. I will." With that he went back to the forums to scout out anything he could on the Neon City dojo.

The place was a tall and nondescript building painted black apart from the pokegirl league symbol one one of the higher floors. He stepped inside the automation doors, finding it almost pitch black apart from a lit area that was about twice as wide around as he was. He heard the beeping of something pinging off pokepad, registering his entry as a speaker crackled on overhead.

"Well well! Marshall Baller!" came a distorted but haughty woman's voice. "Welcome to the Neon City gym! I am Kayla, your mistress of Darkness! I think you'll find that much like my pokegirls, the challenge ahead of you is far more devious and danger than it appears!"

"It doesn't appear like anything," Marshall called back, raising his voice in case she didn't have the place wired to hear him. "It's just dark. Look, don't you like, legally have to accept my challenge?"

The woman's gloating voice lowered and spoke more quickly than before. "All dojo masters have the right to provide challenges that are achievable to common trainers of their respective rank. ANYWAY! The trial ahead will force you to face a maze of darkness! Your senses will lie to you, but much like your pokegirls, you will need to trust them and know when the time is right! Each floor's maze will be more complex, and after you have gone...!"

"Hey, Blitzle. Come on out a second." Marshall tapped on his hyper ball, the dark-skinned jogger pokegirl appearing beside him. "Can you use a Flash attack for me?"

"Too fast for ya," Blitzle said with a nod. There was a cracking in the air as her horn lit up, firing streaking bolts of electricity around the room. It lit up like Marshall was inside a giant lightbulb, if flashing in and out occasionally based on the unsteady light source. Kayla's voice crackled illegibly, though this time it didn't seem to be on purpose.

"AHH! Holy shit! My eyes! Stop it! Stop it!"

"I told you I can't see. I'm solving the puzzle."

"You're gonna start a freaking fire down there!" Kayla accused.

"So what, you were going to test me by making me run into walls?"

"Kind of! It's supposed to test your wits and resourcefulness."

"Well my resource is a pokegirl who can make light. Deal with it."

"Well no light sources allowed!"

"Fine. Then I'll use my Snorlax and just smash down the walls until we're through."

"What!? No! That's even worse!"

"Well you're not exactly giving me a lot of options for testing my resourcefulness. So I'm smashing or flashing." Kayla was quiet for a moment. "Or I've got about three different pokegirls who can fly."

"Alright, alright! Fine!" The light came on with a loud clunking noise. "Head to your right and push the light switch in like a button. There's an elevator that'll take you right to the top floor."

"Sweet. Thanks, Blitzle."

"Yea, you're welcome," Kayla grumbled. "Anticlimaxing... mutter futter..."

One pleasant elevator ride later had Marshall inside an arena about twice the size of a basketball court. It was surprisingly well-lit for a Dark-type gym, and Marshall decided not to ask if it was because he had tried the lightning trick earlier.

Kayla herself was a woman in her late twenties with a bowl cut dyed a bright shade of purple-red with hoop earrings hanging just past them. She wore a leather corset and high heeled boots that reminded Marshall why everyone had to be 18 to become a legal pokemon trainer. She carried a meter-long whip that ended in a strange little loop of leather. It was currently hanging limp at her side as she stood on the raised platform at her side of the arena.

"Alright, I was going to give you this lecture the whole way through about darkness and the hearts of men and stuff," Kayla said with a disappointed frown. "But you sort of ruined that."

"I guess," Marshall shrugged. "So... sorry not sorry?"

"Well I'll just have to take it out of the hides on your pokegirls instead. 5 on 5, free switch for the challenger. Do you accept?"

The platform across from her lit up, highlighting a few steps leading up and a slot for his pokepad. He went through the basic taps and gestures to agree to the terms. "Right on. Let's do this!" They tapped their pads once more to lock in their first and Marshall tossed out his ball. He knew his odds, and given his team, he'd be leaning heavy on Fighting and Bugsto fight the darkness. "Go get 'er, Mankey!"

Kayla drew her whip and gave a skilled swipe, letting the loop on he end wrap around one of her pokeballs and then throwing it out when she cracked it again. Honchcrow! Your mistress of the dark beckons!"

Marshall winced as his kung fu monkey girl appeared while the feathery mob queen appeared across from her. Honchcrow was a tall woman in a classy black suit and wide-brimmed hat, a striped coat over her shoulders. A necklace like an exotic bird's beak rested in between her huge breasts, and a thick feathered boa was wrapped around her neck. He already ran the numbers through his head: a Flying and Dark type would mediate the damage of his Fighting, but the Flying attacks meant trouble for the land-based fighter.

"So you're one of those kinds of trainers," Kayla noted. "If you keep thinking with types all the way through, you won't get far. Show him the ropes, Honchcrow!"

"Get ready to sleep with the fishes!" the black-clad pokegirl threatened as she reached into her coat. She produced an old-timey tommy gun, but when she fired it blasted a stream of wind across the arena that made Mankey plant her shield her face.

"Okay, plan B! Come on back, Mankey!" Marshall summoned her back into her ball, running through his options. She'd be strong against bugs as well, so he had to take her advice. Types wouldn't get him far in this case. "Go, Snorlax!"

The obese pokegirl landed with a ring-shaking thud, glaring over at Honchcrow. The mafiosa faltered a moment, but opened fire with her gun again. "You ain't taking me alive, see?!" she snapped, but at her size, Snorlax didn't even flinch from the powerful winds. She lunged for Honchcrow, but she fired the air gun into the ground to launch herself into the air. Snorlax grabbed at the empty space instead as Honchcrow smacked her gun, firing off several orbs of darkness that pelted the bigger pokegirl.

"Snorlax, Defense Curl!" The beefy pokegirl knelt down and brought up her arms, one covering her face and the other wrapped around her chubby breasts. The Honchcrow touched down again, but found her shadow blasts connecting harmlessly against her arms or big belly.

"Alright. Just going to play the turtle game, are you?" Kayla huffed.

"You don't even want to see my turtle's game," Marshall laughed back as Snorlax seemed to easily endure the Shadow Balls.

"Well turtles are slow enough as it is. Move in with Quick Attack!" The mobster girl smirked and darted forward with shocking speed. She appeared behind Snorlax and whacked her in the back of the head using the butt of her machine gun. Snorlax grunted and stumbled, but swung a backhand fist at her. Honchcrow zipped away again expectantly, rushing in and smashing her with another swing of her gun in the stomach.

"Hey! You're keeping me awake!" Snorlax snapped, grabbing at her again and missing once more. Her attacks were too slow at her size, but Marshall was watching the darting pokegirl closely. This was where the trainer themselves shined, spotting strategies and acting like a spotter for the pokegirl in battle.

Honchcrow pulled back and started another speedy charge. Snorlax turned to face her, but Marshall could see from her windup that she'd be too slow again. There was only a few things that Snorlax could do quickly, and Marshall made the call. "Snorlax! Use Rest!"

As if he were an expert hypnotist, Snorlax's eyes snapped shut and she collapsed forward. Her huge form and sudden drop caught even the speeding mafiosa by surprise, and she had too much trouble stopping her wild charge. She skidded to a stop, just for the chunky pokegirl to flop right on to of her.

"Nooo! I'm too pretty for the slammer!" Honchcrow whined, her boobs squashed beneath her chest and that of the snoring bear of a woman. She tried to crawl out from under her, but the massive Snorlax just mumbled and rolled over further on top of her. It seemed to squeeze her like a roll of toothpaste, because Honchcrow just screamed louder until her boobs popped right out of the top of her low-cut suit. She fumbled with her one free hand to try to stuff them back in, but Snorlax yawned as she grabbed Honchcrow around the neck and cuddled her like a teddy bear into her huge cleavage. She went back to snoring as her drool started to run down her cheek, right towards her squirming captive.

"No! Noooo! I'll talk! I'll squeal! Just lemme go!" Honchcrow babbled.

Kayla suddenly stopped staring and shook her head. "Sorry. That was kind of fun to watch. Yea, yea, return, Honchcrow." She cracked her whip at another pokeball, Snorlax's drool hitting the mobster's face. Her makeup ran and she let out a miserable wail just before she was sucked back in. Marshall had a knockout on his side, but he had also showed his hand by locking in Mankey as one of his pokegirls for the bout. The crafty dominatrix likely had plans for that already.

With another talented crack of her whip, Kayla sent out her next pokegirl. The Pangoro was a tall and buff girl, though never quite as big as Snorlax in either sense. She chewed on a piece of straw and wore an one dark coat and judo pants, her breasts wrapped up in bandages and still looking rather huge. The black attire stood out against her pale skin, her thick arms folded across her chest. "What're you lookin' at?" she huffed in a low and gritty voice, spitting off to one side.

Snorlax finally woke up with a loud yawn and a stretch, blinking over at Pangoro as she boosted herself back up. "Where'd the one in the hat get to?" she grunted, rubbing the sleep from her eyes and the drool from her mouth.

"Sounds like a challenge to me!" Pangoro cracked her knuckles and charged in. Marshall knew it was a combination Dark/Fighting type, but he didn't imagine Snorlax's size holding out well against other opponents. They both lunged in and locked hand in hand, pushing against each other hard enough to start cracking the floor beneath the two powerful pokegirls' feet.

"Snorlax, Hip Toss her!" Marshall called. Snorlax suddenly stopped pushing and pulled in the scrappy delinquent. She bumped her big butt into her stomach, knocking the wind out of Pangoro and sending her off balance before swinging her over her shoulder by one arm.

"Pangoro! Use Low Kick!" Kayla cut in while she was in midair. Her coat billowing behind her, Pangoro smirked and spit into Snorlax's eyes. She released the throw too early, letting Pangoro land on her feet and sweep the legs out from under the chubby pokegirl. She landed with a resounding crash as Pangoro grabbed her by the ankles. "Now, Stomp Attack!"

"Playtime's over, babe," Pangoro smirked as she started to rapidly stop right onto Snorlax's crotch. Marshall winced as the normally sleepy pokegirl howled with pain, trying to cover up her crotch as her belly jiggled like crazy from the impact.

"Come on, Snorlax! Mega Kick! Break out!" Marshall called, but she was too busy wailing in pain as she sent some barely thumping kicks into her captor. Pangoro wound up her leg before sending one huge kick between Snorlax's legs, making her whole body ripple before she collapsed completely unconscious on the floor.

"Damn... okay, return, Snorlax. Go get some, Beedrill!"

The pokegirl in the skimpy insectoid armor appeared, wings fluttering as she raised her smooth white lance. "At your service!" she said sternly, bracing herself for battle.

"Thinking with types again," Kayla tutted. "Pangoro, crush that bug with a Crunch."

"Outta my way, twerp!" the punk woman snarled as she raised both fists over the knight pokegirl's head.

"Beedrill! Agility!" Beedrill shifted to lower her guard and zip into the air, letting Pangoro smash the ground beneath her as she hovered in the air.

"Type was just a bonus. You're not the only one who can play the speed game," Marshall smirked. "Now Twineedle!"

Beedrill grabbed the handle of her lance with both hands, pulling it apart into a pair of oversized swords. She dive bombed down and blazed past the dark brawler, slicing quickly as the bandages flew off of her now jiggling chest.

"What!? Watch where yer goin!" Pangoro objected, blushing as she covered up her chest. "It'll take more than that to take me down!"

"Have at you!" Beedrill boasted proudly, waving her second sword showily. The belt snapped off on Pangoro's pants, dropping them down to show her cute panda panties underneath.

"What's the big idea!?" Pangoro shouted, grabbing at her pants and struggling to cover herself up. Beedrill fused her swords back into the single lance with a metallic click before lunging in quickly again. Pangoro made a grab at her, but she was too fast as she drove the tip of her lance right into Pangoro's gut. It didn't break the skin, but the visible shockwaves of the impact lifted Pangoro into the air on the tip of the weapon. She sputtered as she was suspended on the tip of the lance, Beedrill shaking it dismissively to let her drop flat on her face nearby.

"There we go. Now finish it with Itchy Powder!" Marshall ordered. Beedrill smirked and poked the tip of her lance through Pangoro's panties, lifting her off the ground by them and beating her wings. Purple dust drifted out of them and into her panties, getting the otherwise tough girl to scream and start grabbing at her panties.

"No! Nooo! What's the big ideaaaa!?" she wailed until Kayla suddenly recalled her.

"So you're fighting smart now. Good. But let's see how you'll fare fighting fair against Liepord!"

"Oh, nice one," Marshall added as the new pokegirl flashed into existence.

"Thanks. There's a lot of prep work that goes into all of this dojo stuff..."

"Yea, sorry again."

Liepard appeared in a dark purple catsuit, long red hair shaking out behind her as she smirked at her foe. The thieving pokegirl's costume hugged every part of her body to the smallest detail, even her sloped breasts showing an outline of her nipples at the tips. It was clearly built for subterfuge as much as it was for slutting it up. A belt of short knives wrapped around her slender hips and waist at a jaunty angle.

"I've been a bad girl," she purred, striding briskly towards Beedrill as she pulled out a pair of her knives. "You gonna punish me?"

"Have I mentioned how much I love Dark types? Now use Night Slash!" Kayla pointed out as Liepard took a swipe at Beedrill. She parried it away with her bigger blade, but its size was proving unwieldy in comparison. Liepard zipped past her guard and swiped one of her knives, clipping off the band that held up Beedrill’s leg guards. The knight gasped but turned as she swung the sword after her, but Liepard neatly flipped out of reach. It left the armor-clad pokegirl in just her upper armor and some snug panties, blushing but glaring back at her foe. 

“No need to be modest,” Liepard giggled playfully as she tossed her blade to herself. 

“I don’t listen to scoundrels,” Beedrill growled as she lunged in again. Lipard struck out more quickly, but Marshall cut in before they could strike.

“Now, Beedrill! Counter with Double Edge!” The knightly pokegirl split her lance back into two blades, spinning swiftly with both of the still large blades in hand. Liepard ducked under the first, but the second swiped the legs out from under the cat-like spy. Liepard landed on her back with Beedrill’s sword was aimed her throat as she smirked down at her.

“Do you yield?” she warned, poking the top of the other blade into Liepard’s breast and threateningly slicing through her bodysuit. Liepard frowned angrily back at her before she started to sniffle and pout. 

“That’s my favorite suit. You can’t do that, you big bully~!” she whined and she curled up into a ball.

“Geez, she’s such a crybaby,” Kayla sighed. “All bark and bite, this kitten.”

“Think of that before you go cutting off my armor,” Beedrill huffed, but she turned away in disgust.

“Wait, Beedrill! It’s-” Marshall shouted too late. Liepard’s eyes gleamed at the opening as she threw a knife at her. It clanged off as Beedrill raised her gauntlet to deflect it, but the spy’s sudden kick to the stomach surprised her. It knocked the wind out of her and doubled the knight over, but as Liepard tried to dart away, she tripped down once again. She looked back to find that Beedrill’s blades were locked around her leg.

“There you go, Beeds! Now Fury Attack!” The bug pokegirl spun around with her blades clamped around Liepard’s leg, spinning her around with her until she flung the sneaky spy into the air. She planted her feet far apart as she bombarded Liepard with a flurry of thrusts from her swords. The precise cuts sent chunks of her spandex flying from her body as she landed scratched up and naked on the arena floor.

"My favorite suit! Noooo~!" she wailed, breaking down into tears once again. This time, however, Kayla frowned down at her console and pulled out her pokeball.

"Alright, you little crybaby. Return."

Marshall glanced down at his own pokepad, cautiously optimistic of the fight so far.Kayla only had two of hers left, but he was using up his aces. Mankey was known factor, and Beedrill had won but was wiping sweat from her face with the back of her hand and missing some of her armor. "Beedrill, come back!" He sucked up the valiant pokegirl and locked in his next along with Kayla.

"So that's two damaged now, isn't it?" Kayla tutted as she leaned over her console, her confined breasts squeezing against the monitor. "Then I think you're ready to take on my wild cards."

With another whip and a shout, Mankey came back out to the battlefield to meet her opponent. A tall pokegirl came out on Kayla's side, pale-skinned with dark eye shadow around red eyes. She wore torn black jeans and a ripped shirt that her breasts pushed against as if they were the ones tearing it. She bore a sadistic grin beneath emo bangs, a stripe of black running down the front.

"You think you know me, skank?" the Absol taunted with a cocky smile.

Mankey and Marshall wasn't deterred since they still had the edge on Types. "Mankey! Give her a Karate Chop!"

"Hiya! Monkey style!" Mankey sprang into action, sending a swift backhand chop at the advancing emo's tits. Much to her surprise, the chop went right through it. Mankey blinked in confusion as her swing went wild and sent her off balance, hopping on one foot while Absol grabbed her by the collar.

"That's my girl. Now Sucker Punch!" Kayla ordered.

"With pleasure," Absol replied as she sent a few quick jabs into Mankey's kidneys. The monkey girl squeaked in pain, but caught her wrist and spun around behind her. She threw a punch for Abol's head, but it went right through as well like she wasn't there. It should have been super effective if anything. Instead, Absol just swung her foot up backward and nailed Mankey in the crotch with her heel. The kung fu pokegirl fell to her knees, wailing as she held her pussy. Absol smirked and turned back to face her, swinging a backhand fist across Mankey's face.

With the martial arts pokegirl slumping to the ground, her ass up in the air, Kayla cracked her whip with excitement. "Now finish it off with some Foul Play!" she ordered.

"C'mere, bitch!" Absol crowed, grabbing Mankey by the hair to hold her down and yanking down her gi pants. With her opponent's pussy and ass exposed, Absol licked her fingers while flashing Marshall a sinister smile. He hadn't known Absols to be that sadistic, considering they were mostly rather bland in personality.

"Quick, Mankey! Fight back with Double Kick!" Mankey started to shoot her legs back to ward off her attacker, but it didn't stop Absol's sexy assault. She rubbed her wet fingers into Mankey's ass and pussy together, pumping them both as she let out a wail. Her legs kicked at Absol's shins and her tail lashed out to wrap around her waist, but she couldn't stop herself from cumming a few seconds later. Marshall saw the last of her health meter drop out on his console as she dropped limply to the ground. "T-tap out," Mankey moaned dizzily once she was on the floor. Absol looked in confusion down at her waist before fishing around and getting the tail off with some great effort.

Marshall frowned thoughtfully. He was using up his best pokegirl types, but he still had some options left. Vespiqueen could land the same kind of advantage as a Bug type, but it hadn’t done Mankey much good. "Alright. Mankey, you did more than you think. Return!" The pokegirl recalled, he tossed out another pokeball and let Wartortle loose.

"Ah, so there's your starter. I was wondering when you'd run out of tricks," Kayla mused.

"Then you'd better be ready to lose yours. Wartortle, like we practiced! Hydro Bomb!"

"Here comes the downpour!" Wartortle declared as she gave her squirt gun a few pumps, just to reach into her backpack and pull out a large water-cooler tank full of water. Absol froze up at that, trying to run for it but Wartortle hurled it like a massive hammer throw. It crashed into the middle of the arena, Marshall already having ducked behind his stand while Kayla and Absol were sprayed by the huge eruption of water.

As the room was finally clear to stand again, Marshall peered over and smiled at his success. Absol's imagine flickered, the busty goth girl looking confused before she vanished. In her place, he found a shorter, flat-chested girl with a streak of red in her long dark hair, clad in much more plain black clothing and with a black wolfish tail poking out of her pants.

"I knew it. So that's why Mankey couldn't hit your big fake boobs," Marshall said with a smirk. Zoroark's most famous ability was turning into other pokegirls, but only in appearance. "Wartortle, open fire!"

"Open water, you mean!" she laughed before turning and firing off blasts from her water gun. Zoroark dodged the first few, but a few more pelted her skin and blasted off chunks of her clothes while leaving bruises on exposed skin.

"Zoroark, don't just stand there!" the soaked Kayla demanded. "Use Pursuit!" The trickster pokegirl finally started to charge, dodging or taking a few blasts before she wound up for a slash of her nails at Wartortle's face.

"Now, Withdraw!" Wartortle suddenly dropped her backpack, flipping backward and ducking into the pack that had held her water tank. Zoroark's swing went wide, much like Mankey's, except that Wartortle could jab her squirt gun up into her chin. One more big spray sent the wolf girl flying and crashing on her back in one big puddle.

"That's three on one," Marshall warned. "Better have a doozie for your last one." He tried not to let on that Wartortle has used up a lot of ammo with her Hydro Blast and that Beedrill was still on barely any health."

"Just because I have one leg left to stand on doesn't mean it's not a strong one," Kayla huffed. She reached into her cleavage and enlarged a small pokeball that she pulled out. "Time for the real deal. Go, Absol!"

A replica of the last pokegirl emerged, but looking far less motivated. Her eyes were barely open, she slouched, and she lazily picked at a hole in her shirt.

"Fortunately, we had target practice on your last one. Wartortle! Squirt Gun!" Wartortle pumped up her weapon as Kayla thrust a hand out at the pale, dark-haired girl.

"Absol! Use Rebellion!"

"You're not my real mom," Absol huffed, but the emo punk figure glared back at Wartortle with a gleam in her eye. A dark aura flared up around her as one of Wartortle's first shots hit her shoulder. The dark energy lashed out from Absol and struck Wartortle, sending her flying across the arena and hitting the wall.

"Holy crap! Wartortle!" The blue-haired girl groaned as her head lolled around.

"Ugh... who cares?" she muttered, slumping down in the corner of the room. Marshall saw her health drop to nothing from almost full in confusion.

"You're a sweet kid, but that'll be your undoing," Kayla explained confidently. "Are you familiar with Frustration?"

"Yea. It's a move that does more damage based on how mad the user is," Marshall replied. "Duh."

"Well Rebellion is a special technique of mine. It's stronger for the more angst my Absol has, but does more damage based on how close the target is to their trainer." She smirked as she stroked her whip sensually. "It's why your starter makes an ideal target."

Marshall frowned and thought over the rest of his pokegirls. She really was right: his kindness was a curse right now. He had been working with all of them as much as possible to train and bond. He tapped on Beedrill's ball to call her back out, but he knew she was just stalling. "Now use Poison Powder!"

The half-armored knight gave a wide slash of her blade, the purple dust pouring out across the arena as it sifted out her lance. Absol coughed briefly as the poison damage kicked in, but she shook her head.

"Whatever. The whole world stinks anyway," she scoffed. Absol just folded her arms and the black energy lashed out again. It came slower this time, Beedrill dodging the first lash before it turned and struck her down. It didn't do as much damage as it did with Wartortle, but it was enough to put down his battered knight.

"For... my liege!" she groaned before collapsing. So that was it. He hadn't had Beedrill as long, so his less familiar pokegirls took less of a beating from Rebellion. But even the girls he'd picked up from swarming incident, he'd played and massaged and traveled with them in his spare time. He considered Vespiqueen again as his last bug, but he had used her already in a battle just recently. It was right around...

"Alright. Last shot. Go, Grimer! use Smokescren!" Marshall tossed out his latest pokegirl as the slimey purple girl landed in the arena.

"Woo! Let's get wasted!" she laughed crudely. She puffed up a with air until her breasts ballooned out, and emitted a large burp of purple gas. It filled up the little arena while Kayla and Absol coughed and covered their mouths.

"Ugh! Even I'm not that kinky!" Kayle grunted. "Hit it with Rebellion!"

"Punk is dead and so are you!" Absol growled, sending her black energy out again. Grimer slid swiftly through the purple fog, blending in as her slushy noises gave a bad impression of where she was. The spectral black claw groped and slashed around the arena all but blind to the slippery sludge monstergirl.

"That's it, Grimer! Now use Lick!" Marshall ordered. The greasy girl snuck through the fog after her target, but Kayla cracked her whip and pointed.

"Absol! It's coming on the right!"

"Ugh. More chores?" the emo pokegirl groaned, but she turned just in time to blast Grimer with the black beam. She staggered a bit, but hardly moved an inch.

"Ha! Your waifu is trash!" Grimer mocked as she grabbed Absol by the arms. The goth cringed as the slime rubbed from Grimer's boobs over her in the bearhug, just for her to give a long lick up Absol's face. Absol shuddered and pushed Grimer away, desperately wiping the slime off of her with a miserable groan.

"Ugh! You're so gross!" she whined as Grimer just laughed and burped out some fresh fog into the arena.

"Out of luck on Grimer. I only caught her last night, and haven't had the time to work with her yet." Marshall folded his arms proudly as the blobby girl in her sticky dress snickered and snorted in the purple mist.

"Just because you beat one move doesn't mean you beat the rest of them! Slash, Absol!"

"I'm gonna claw those pretty little eyes out," Absol hissed as she flexed her fingers into a crude claw. She ran a few steps into the fog before she sneezed, stopping to wipe a sludgy arm across her face. "Ugh... I don't feel so hot..."

"Forgot about the poison, didn't you?" Marshall smirked. "Nobody goes to waste on my team."

"Let's get wasted!" Grimer seemed to agree.

"Except... maybe her. But that's by choice! Now use Acid!"

Grimer appeared from the fog once again, spitting a big green glob of something on Absol. She wailed as it began to sizzle, the emo pokegirl running around tugging on her clothes while her skin smoked. Between that and her already existing coughing fits, it wasn't the prettiest ending, but it worked. Absol ran until Grimer stuck out a chubby leg and tripped her to the ground, letting her cough and moan until she passed out.

"YEA! That's the shit!" Marshall cheered as Kayla's last pokegirl went down.

"I'm the shit!" Grimer cheered as well.

"Oh, you're gonna be a handful..." he admitted.

"Hmph. It looks like my Rebellion would work a lot better on her now," Kayla huffed, but she smiled. "Still good work." She tapped a few keys and Marshall saw his trainer rank go up to 3. "There you go. Enjoy your Stalker badge. It'll keep all low-tier pokegirls obeying you. I also uploaded my Move Programmer for Rebellion if you wanted to use that."

Marshall smiled as he stepped off his platform and carefully avoiding the stinking gas, slime and water all over the place. "Thanks a lot. You taught me some new tricks already, but I don't know if I'll have any of my girls mad at me enough to use it."

"Suit yourself," Kayla said with a shrug. "You were still fun while you lasted, kid."

"Yea, you too," Marshall said with a smile. He looked around and pointed at one of the far doors. "Is that the way back to the maze? That did sound kind of fun now that you described it for me." He had to laugh when he saw Kayla's eyes lit up with delight.