Pokegirl Adventures Part 7: Meeting Your Heroes (Patreon)

Scarlet City was a long way to the south, leaving Marshall, Annie and Frannie about a week of hiking ahead of them. He used the time to scout for pokegirls, snatching up a few common breeds along the way. He had gathered a Zubat (a scrawny but busty blue girl with bat wings and her purple hair over her eyes), Caterpie (a short and chubby green girl in a silky dress), and Magikarp (another short girl wearing trunks and a life vest that was too small for her boobs). The former Pokebanditas nodded attentively when he talked about catching them all, but they still politely refused to try to catch any that showed up.

"You might say I have a type," Annie mused dreamily, itching the burn scar on her cheek. After stopping in town, the burnt-up girl had changed into a short skirt and t-shirt that showed even more light burns on her skin than her old suit.

Frannie agreed, of course. She was in a sleeveless shirt that bounce around with her giant chest, and a pair of tight jeans and sneakers for the long walks. "I hear you. Giving up crime for sensei is one thing, but if a girl can't read my mind, I keep walking."

Marshall shook his head at them, but smirked. "I'll keep my eye out then. It leaves you vulnerable to certain other types."

"Right! You mentioned! So Bugs beat Psychics? How does that work?"

"I... don't know, really. The top pokeresearchers can't agree on that. Some think it's because they have simpler brains that the psychics can't zero in on, but others think they're too complex because of how their hive mentality works... but there's ways to work around all that. It's just having the right cross-types and attacks handy. All the pokedojos keep that in mind, and the theme battlers have to angle it all kinds of ways."

"What's a theme battler?" Annie asked.

"Oh. They have their own sub-league. There's all sorts of lesser sports for pokegirls to compete in. Just some of them are more sanctioned and official than others, and nobody really tops the pokegirl fighting league. They have beauty contests, pokegirl racing, you name it. But theme battlers are specialists. They fight and train the same as us, but they have to register under a consistent tone to every pokegirl they use. It's where the pokedojo masters get picked from."

Frannie frowned and nodded. "So they all use Fire types or Ice types, or whatever?"

"Sometimes, yea. But some of them will get more broad with it. All purple ones, or ones with tiny breasts, or ones that look like dog girls. Usually, though, the type-based teams get better odds for receiving their own pokedojos."

"What's a... 'dog?" Annie asked with a blank look on her face.

"Oh, geez. That's this whole topic in itself. It's this ancient animal, kind of like if you turned a Growlithe into a four-legged animal... the ones people think evolved into pokegirls..." Marshall could have kept babbling, Spearow flapping along over their heads stretching her wings when there was a beeping alert from his pokepad. Marshall popped it open and a holographic red dot appeared ahead of him, moving closer and growing larger from the end of the road. A humanoid figure could be seen kicking up a dust cloud behind her as she ran, boobs and hair bouncing around.

"Ooh, what's that?! You gonna catch her too, sensei?" Annie asked eagerly.

"Nah, see that?" Marshall pointed at the cursor. "It means someone's already engaged it and put a tag on it. It's pretty unsporting to catch someone else's target. Best we can do is tag it and see if they lose track of it." He tapped his pad as a smaller cursor appeared over the incoming pokegirl before looking sideways at Ann and Fran. "You two... DO have your own pokepads, right?"

"Let's just say that our pokegirl licenses were..." Frannie scrunched up her face and made a vague gesture.

"Expedited for convenience," Annie added with an awkward smile.

"Dammit... alright, we'll register you when we stop at the next place. Olive Gardens doesn't have its own dojo, but it does have an official league registry." Not to mention the Jiggle Jungle attraction... it was going to be a pit stop for sure on the way to Scarlet City.

As far as the incoming pokegirl, she was a broad and brown-skinned one. She had a thick afro of dark hair and a pair of bovine-like horns poking out of either side of it. She wore a sports bra and running shorts, but the top was far too low cut for her bouncing boobs (Marshall had noted how rare it was for a pokegirl who wore a bra... or at least one with a shirt). Hooved feet stamped along the dirt path towards the trio as Marshall drew out his hyper balls to face the wild Bouffalant.

"Jinx! Use Blockade! Spearow! Back her up with Gale Force!" His floating pokegirl started swinging her hands, whipping up some strong winds that made the Bouffalant flinch and try to skid to a stop. Marshall's own dark-skinned blonde popped out and blew a kiss, sending a thin sheet of ice across the ground to make the afroed buffalo girl slip up.

"Ow! Watch the hair!" Bouffalant snapped in her gruff voice, but another set of hoofbeats came in from behind her. 

The more noticable pursuer was a large and armored woman. She towered over Marshall and resembled a barbarian with thin plates of stone strapped on with leather over her otherwise naked body. She had a grim expression as her muscular body chased down the Boufalant, its eyes glaring under a helmet with a horn protruding from the front. A Rhydon, by Marshall's memory.

Perched comfortably on her shoulder was a plump woman in some dusty overalls. She rested a hand on the Rhydon's head for balance but otherwise seemed quite at home jiggling around up there. She had long pink hair that was tied into two long pigtails that trails after them like a comet. A t-shirt that looked too small for a woman her age and size barely kept her tits from flying out and failed to cover them entirely.

"Thanks for the assist!" The pink-haired woman waved to Marshall and then gestured ahead. "Rhydon, use Punisher!"

"Outta my way!" Rhydon growled in her husky voice as she shoulder-checked Bouffalant off her feet and into a tree. She hard hardly hit the ground when Rhydon went after her, letting the woman in overalls slide off and let her continue the attack. Rhydon threw the afroed pokegirl over her knee and started delivering some loudly snapping spanks to the running Bouffalant’s ass.

"Ahhhh! Not the hair!" the wild pokegirl shouted, kicking her feet and flailing at the air. Her ass was quickly turning red by the time the newcomer tossed a pokeball, making it vanish into a beam of light and get sucked inside. It wiggled a bit before giving a pinging sound. The pink-haired woman calmly picked it back up.

"Thanks a lot for the assist. That Bouffalant was going to take all afternoon to wear her down." She offered Marshall a handshake. "Monica Mooman. Always good to meet another trainer when you're on the road."

Marshall was already staring at the chubby trainer, taking a few seconds to snap out of it and shake her hand. "Yea! Right! I mean... I know!" he babbled. "You're the horn trainer from the pro leagues! You were even in the Pokebowl last season!"

Monica smiled wider. "Oh a fan! Even better!"

"Excuse me, sensei...?" Annie muttered from behind Marshall.

"Were you just making up words there or are we missing something?" Fran added.

"Oh! Fran, Ann, this is Monica. She's a full time professional pokegirl trainer! It's like what I told you about theme trainers. She's in the secondary group; the kind that keeps up a tone rather than a type. All of her pokegirls have horns."

"So Rapidash?" Annie added hopefully.

"Sure, I've got a pair. Here, I-" Monica started to reach for her belt when Marshall held out a hand to stop.

"You probably don't want to do that around her."

Ann giggled softly. "I'm what you might call a recovering pokemaniac."

"Interesting. So you three are on your way to the big leagues, huh?"

"Oh, just our sensei here!" Frannie proudly patted Marshall on the back. "He's twice as strong as either of us. Even has his badges from two Pokedojos already!"

"Really now?" Monica smiled as Marshall recalled his own pokegirls. "Well would you mind if I see what you're made of?" She drew one of her own hyperballs.

"Oh, I'm not really pro levels yet," Marshall insisted. "I've been at this for less than a month."

"I'm just seeing your potential, that's all. You'd be surprised what just a quick spar can show about a trainer." The older trainer winked. "Just some one-on-one."

"Well... alright." Marshall raised his pokepad and entered his starting pokegirl while Monica readied her own. Tossing out their pokeballs, they bounced as Mankey appeared in a flash of light. "Put 'em up!" the fit judo girl challenged.

On the other hand, Monica's Miltank appeared. She had chubby build, had bubblegum pink skin and long, dark hair. She wore a loose set of overalls that were stuffed with a giant set of breasts bigger than Marshall had ever seen. They practically spilled out of her top and left the shoulder straps just about ready to burst from the pressure they put on them. She had hooves instead of feet, and sure enough, a pair of short horns poked out from her hair next to her bovine ears.

"Oh my god!" Annie blurted. "She's a pokegirl who trains pokegirls!"

"What!?" Monica snapped angrily at her, the plump trainer in overalls stomped her foot angrily.

"Sorry, don't mind them!" Marshall insisted. "It's just clothes, Ann. Here." He tossed her his pokepad and she tapped the profile information linking to Pokepedia.

"Milktank is a Normal-type pokegirl resembling a humanoid cow. Given its nutritious milk and massive breasts, it is treasured by many trainers and farmers. Other pokegirls can easily become jealous of its bustline," Frannie read over her shoulder. Fran shrugged, but Mankey did give Marshall an awkward glance.

"I think I've got my targets, sensei..." Mankey grumbled.

"Don't fall for it," Marshall warned. "Everyone goes for that, and she's probably ready for it."

"Good eye, kid!" Monica called to him. "A Fighting type was a solid choice."

"Well a lot of the horned girls I could think of were Rock or Normal, so this felt like I'd have the best odds without going too soft."

"Well let's see if you can do more than just play matching games! Miltank! Use Takedown!"

"Low Kick, Mankey!"

The cowgirl pokegirl lunged at Mankey, taking a few grabs for her. The quicker Mankey leapt over and ducked under her grasp a few times before dropping to the ground and sweeping her legs out from under her. Milktank gave a loud squeal of surprise. "Not the milk jugs!" she wailed before landing flat on her tits in the middle of the road.

"Quick, Mankey! Submission Hold!" Marshall called. The Fighting type sprang over onto Miltank's back, grabbing her overalls' straps and with a few quick tugs, she had the cow's arms and breasts both wrapped up the bands of denim. Miltank grunted and squirmed but she couldn't do much but make her breasts poke out from under her.

"Wow, that's some quick thinking," Annie praised in awe from the sidelines.

"It sure is. But not enough to stop us! Rocket out of there with Milky Way!" Monica swept her hand towards Miltank, whose face clenched in concentration. A trickle of milk started coming from her exposed nipples, hard and tender from the grinding into the dirt. Mankey was too busy wrestling her arms around with the overalls when suddenly a spray of milk as strong as Wartortle's water guns shot from her tits, launching her several feet into the air and sending Mankey flying off.

"Okay. Did not know about that one," Marshall had to admit. It must have been a custom move like so many of the pros were prone to use. Miltank landed daintily on her feet as she whirled to face Mankey. The monkeygirl was already pouncing after her for a flying kick.

"Miltank! Hold her off with Barrier!"

"Watch the hands, missy!" Miltank chirped as she hugged her hands beneath her breasts. She pushed up while squeezing them inward, puffing them up high enough that Mankey's kick landed between her breasts instead of in her face. The fighter looked shocked before trying to push and kick her way free, but the hefty boobs were not only soaking the hits but keeping her foot trapped between them.

"And Seismic Toss!" Monica ordered.

"Quick! Karate Chop!" Marshall cut in.

The pokegirls both went into action as Miltank started to spin in place. It whirled Mankey around by her foot, sending her gi's to flying off and exposing her lean little breasts. She blushed and covered them up as a small whirlwind started to kick up around her, but she leaned in and threw a karate chop to the center of Miltank's forehead. The cowgirl suddenly staggered, clutching her head and letting Mankey go flying off too early. Mankey flipped and landed a few yards off, both pokegirls dizzied from the encounter.

"You're pretty good," Monica mused with a smirk on her face. "Miltank, refresh yourself with a Milk Drink!"

"Ooh! Does a body good!" Miltank said in her bubbly voice. She cupped and lifted one of her breasts, suckling on her own nipple. She smiled happily as she went on until milk was dribbling down her chin.

"What's she even doing?" Frannie asked with a puzzled frown. "Besides being sexy as hell, I mean. I'd love to have Espeon force me to do that sometime..."

"She's recharging. It's a healing move," Marshall said with a thoughtful look on his face. "Alright... we surrender." Marshall reached over and tapped on his pokepad.

"Wait, you what?" Annie asked, looking up with an even more confused look than her partner.

"No point in dragging this one out. I can barely do any damage, and she's already healing it back up. It would take ages just for a chance to beat her. I'd be here all day at best, if she didn't end me first."

"Wow, that's a good eye," Monica praised. "My Miltank's high enough a level that she's got milk to spare. I've outlasted some pretty nasty opponents with that one."

"I guess I'm not ready for the big leagues just yet," Marshall admitted with a shrug.

"Oh don't be like that! I'm surprised whenever I can find a random trainer who can keep up with me like that. I might have even lost if you wanted to draw that out and got lucky enough." She winked at him with a grin. "It takes a good pokegirl trainer to know when they've been licked. Speaking of, did you want to heal up your Mankey? Just as long as we're at it..."

"Oh. You mean..." Marshall trailed off, eying the Miltank who was licking her lips. He looked to Mankey, who shrugged.

"I could go for a drink. Need to carb up a little after that one," the judo pokegirl admitted. Marshall nodded and gestured her to go ahead. She dusted off her gi and tugged it back on before walking over to Miltank. She latched her mouth onto the hard nipple that Miltank hadn't already tapped into, thin little lips locking around it and visible sucking on it. The Miltank mewled softly, her shoulder slouching as she relaxed. She had a serene smile on her face as the short pokegirl fed on her. Marshall tried to avert his eyes every now and then so he wasn't completely staring at the erotic nursing and the two moaning pokegirls. At least not the whole time. Still, he added one thing to his countless mental notes; Miltank certainly seemed docile throughout the whole milking process. Not only were captured pokegirls pretty chill around each other when not being told to fight, but that might be an approach for if he had to face another Miltank in the future.

By the time Mankey popped her mouth off with a satisfied sigh, Marshall had started to feel a rumbling by his feet. He looked around for any more charging Bouffalant, but there was no dust or signs of movement in the distance. He looked over to Mooman, who nodded as she eyed up the scene around them. Marshall pieced it together as he darted to one side of the road. "Ann! Fran! Move it!"

He tackled the former mafiosa aside just before the road erupted like a volcano full of dirt and debris. A towering figure loomed over them, casting a lengthy shadow across them. It was long and narrow, with gray skin forming the shape of an enormous snake that stood taller than the trees even as its tail trailed into the tunnel. "What is it!? What the hell is that!?" Fran panicked as Annie pointed the pokepad towards it. A better picture appeared on the device, and without the glare of the sun in the way, they could see that the twenty foot long rocky serpent had a tall figure of a woman's upper body growing from its top. A crude bra of bound rocks were all that she wore.

"Onix. A rock naga pokegirl. While layered in thick stone along its body, even the skin of its beautiful upper body boasts some of the toughest defense among the world of pokegirls. While burrowing, it is attracted to loud noises and vibrations. Its size and short temper while in the wild have made it hazardous to some smaller communities."

"It's an actual force of nature!" Annie blurted.

"Sounds like a hell of a catch to me," Marshall said with a grin. He tapped the pad to mark it with a tracker and Monica nodded from the other side of the towering pokegirl.

"She's all yours. I already caught mine for the day. Just don't mind if I lend a hand." The pro trainer waved a hand as the Onix's upper body lowered, allowing its human shape to put her hands on her barely-existent hips and glare around.

"Which one of you keep making all that noise?!" she demanded in a surprisingly small and cute voice for her huge size. Miltank didn't answer so much as she leapt in and swung her shoulders, slapping Onix across the face with her enormous chest. Onix reeled and rose back up again, shaking her head. "Oh that does it!" she growled, roaring as she shifted her weight to whip her tail across the battlefield. Even at her size, the rampaging noises came out adorably high-pitched. Milktank threw her breasts into the way and bounced harmlessly away from the blow while Mankey ducked under it.

"What do you think? Want to pitch in?" Marshall offered, nodding at his travel partners (and apparent students). Fran and Anne shrugged and brought out their pokeballs, tossing them into the fray.

"Get em, Litwick!"

"Drowzee! Brainwash em!"

The candle-headed and hypnotic pokegirls appeared, blasting at Onix's upper body with a burst of fire and purple energy. It was enough to make her recoil, slithering back down the road to put some distance between them. "You brats! You surface-level bitches!" she snapped, smashing her long tail on the ground. The opposing pokegirls stumbled from the shaking ground, Litwick falling flat on her face.

"Keep your two back to fight it from far off," Marshall advised. "We'll handle the up close stuff."

"Yes, master!" the pupils confirmed, launching a few more smaller shots after their opponent. Onix slammed her tail down again, this time a large boulder flying out of the ground. When it reached the peak of its flight, she whipped her tail again to crack it after them like a baseball and bat. Marshall had to run to get out of its incoming path, but Mankey leapt in the way. "I got you, sensei!" she declared, punching it dead center and blasting the boulder into rubble. She landed and rubbed her knuckles, but nothing worse than pebbles hit the humans around her.

"Nice save, Mankey," Marshall thanked her as Miltank went charging in. Onix was curled up and vulnerable from her rock attack, so Miltank hopped off of one of its coils and lunged for its face. She bearhugged the humanoid part of the snake creature. Miltank mushed her face into her cleavage, holding on tight as the upper body whipped around. Miltank held on strong, but she was clearly straining to do so. Marshall was more impressed that she was doing that kind of damage against a Rock type to begin with.

Her breasts started to jiggle, and he could spot the change in Miltank's expression. She suddenly flew back off of Onix's face, launched like a rocket as the towering pokegirl shrieked at the to of her lungs. Marshall could see the air ripple around her and the trees shake, and even at this distance his ears stung a little. Her Roar was clearing the battlefield quickly. "I'm gonna wreck everything!" Onix threatened as she broke off her battle cry. She lunged forward, tail whipping around behind her like a destructive piece of construction equipment. She reared back her humanoid arm to punch through any number of them when Mankey leapt in her way again. She threw a punch that caught Onix in the forehead, knocking her silly for a moment. Onix still followed through, raising its writhing tail and bringing it down full force on Mankey's head.

"Whoa! Mank-!" Marshall started, but he paused as the dust settled. Mankey was holding the tail up with both hands, her face strained with effort. A vein bulged from her forehead and her clothes were in tatters, a few trickles of blood coming from her forehead and arms, but she held it up all the same.

"Don't... worry about me, master," Mankey growled. "I'm the one protecting YOU!" Her eyes suddenly flashed with a new intensity he hadn't seen in his time with the slim monkeygirl. The rock of Onix's tail suddenly cracked beneath her fingers. Her arms bulged with new muscle as her white hair started to grow longer and wilder until it reached her lower back. Her tail grew shorter but thicker, and she grew another two feet in height until she was even taller than Marshall. Her torn gi was now even smaller and more shredded, and a black belt wrapped around her waist. Even her chest grew bigger with both breasts and muscle, making her old gi fit impractically and show off her abs, bulging arms and chest nicely. She was more like a master of a mountain dojo than her original humble student training after school look... at least if not for the wiggling little animal ears on top of her head.

Marshall's pokepad pinged as he glanced down at it. "Congratulations! Your Mankey evolved into Primeape!"

"Yea, no shit, pokepad," Marshall laughed lightly. Even Onix seemed to pick up that things had changed. "Primeape! Give her a Raging Attack!" Primeape pulled on the tail that sent Onix off balance, sliding rapidly towards her until she was punched in the jaw. Onix flopped to the ground with an earth-shaking rumble, clearly dazed from the hit. She wasn't even settled into the dust when Primeape leapt onto her, unleashing a barrage of rapid punches that knocked her upper body around.

"OW! HEY! OW! NO! STOP~!" the giant snake pokegirl wailed. She threw up her hands in a helpless defense, but suddenly wrapped her lower tail around Primeape's lower body. She gave it a testing push but found the coils on there tight. Primeape snarled and hugged her arms around the tail.

"You done fucked up now, bitch," Primeape grunted, her voice more low and gravely without losing its tomboy femininity. With a sudden stomp of her feet, Primeape flung herself into the air, dragging the Onix up with her. She reached a good fifty feet in the air as Onix shrieked, suddenly whipping after her like some massive tail of Primeape's. She twisted in midair, starting to whirl the Onix around.

"Thatta girl, Primeape! Time to show off OUR Seismic Toss!" Marshall cheered her on. Primeape spun faster until she looked like some massive buzzsaw, Onix whipping along after her until the ape girl suddenly stopped, catching her by the neck. Onix stared fearfully at her before the sky-high Primeape piledrove her back into the ground head- first, leaving a large crater in the middle of the road where the limp rock girl was left cross-eyed.

"I... I can dig it..." Onix mumbled wearily as Primeape dusted off her hands. She scoffed and looked to Marshall.

"Finish her, sensei," she grunted. Marshall nodded and chucked his hyper ball. Onix was caught with hardly any struggle.

"Are all captures normally this intense!?" Ann asked as she and her Litwick finally peeked out from behind some bushes.

"Ha! Not usually. You should have seen the time I had to catch the Beedrills. And the Snorlax... point is, she's a real rare catch!" Marshall picked up his ball as Monica stepped forward, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"That was some nice teamwork. I can tell that Primeape's going to go far with you," she praised, smiling brightly. "What do you say to me helping you train it? Lend it to me and I can see that it becomes a REAL champion!"

Marshall looked back at her, beaming proudly. "I'm not a dumbass," she said simply. "She's already a champ. I wouldn't trade her for anything."

"It was worth a shot," Monica laughed. Marshall suddenly gagged as he was lifted off his feet, hugged against the rock-hard body of his new Primeape.

"Master, you're such a sweetheart! I promise not to break you in half with this new body!" she assured. She nuzzled against his face like she used to when she was feeling playful, but with her gi now barely covering her big muscular tits and abs he could shred cheese on, it wasn't exactly as cute as it used to be. Still sexy though...

With their pokegirls recalled (and double-checking that all this property damage was covered by the pokegirl trainer laws), they parted ways with Mooman. It would just be a day or so until they reached Olive Gardens. It was an easy place to officially register his comrades, and they could all use a stop at the Jiggle Jungle; a pokegirl preserve where for the right fee, you could take your chances and catch as many pokegirls as you could. A practical buffet of pokebeauties.