Not gonna lie to you: this one turned out longer and odder than I'd expected. It's got some story, some adventure, some sexy wrestling, some regular sex, some humiliation, some world-building... not sure if it's too many flavors to have at once, but it's enjoyable. Enjoy a world of Pokemon where they're actually creatures in the forms of bizarre, magical, and variously sexy women, and everyone is totally okay with that. Part 2 is already on the Patreon, with 3 on the way soon.
Check em out and more at patreon.com/sandcastlesIt was the day that every teenager waited for. School was a joke for kids to coast through, and they generally weren't allowed to leave their hometown unless they were in some kind of armored bus or some kind of caravan full of trainers. After all, the world was full of pokegirls; strange and often magical creatures that resembled odd human women. Their powers and temperaments varied, but they all seemed to have two interests above all others: sex and fighting.
Humans had found a way to tame and contain them with the technology they called pokegirl balls (or pokeballs for short). While the system was rather foolproof, neither of the creatures' main uses and interests were something society wanted to expose kids to. So by the time they turned 18, kids all knew about the mystical creatures, wound up on a love of monsters and playing as kids, and now a good way into puberty to draw them to the feminine collectibles.
Marshall Baller was one of countless kids waiting on that birthday. He grabbed the backpack full of clothes, food and modern conveniences his mom had packed, pulled a baseball cap over his head for the Purple City Poliwraths, and ran for the local professor's lab as fast as his legs could go.
"Oh, hello!" The blonde and busty Professor Maple turned to face him as he burst through the door. "You must be-"
Marshall's hands whipped by as he flashed his paperwork, ID, and cell phone. "Here's my trainer license, proof of the exam, permission slip, and I read through the app and terms of agreement. I'd like Squirtle for my starter, please."
Professor Maple stared at him speechless for a moment, lifting the glasses off her nose to study him for a moment. "Er... yes. That seems to be in order. Just one more question... were you a boy or a girl?"
Marshall sighed. "I get that a lot. I'm a boy." He was on the thin side, slightly short and with smooth, straight hair that went near his shoulders. His youthful babyface had people questioning his age and even his gender all the time. A legal license showing just how old he was felt like a real load off for him.
"Oh, okay! So you're Marshall!" Maple chimed. "Alright, well, enjoy your Squirtle." She produced a pink and white orb topped off with a simple button for releasing and withdrawing the monstergirls. Marshall choked back a giggle. Seeing it up close reminded him of the schoolyard joke, and they really did resemble boobs. With a quick flash of thus-far inexplicable energy, his first pokegirl was revealed.
She looked like she was about his age, but she was plenty busty, and pokegirls were said to be basically immortal. They didn't age unless they "evolved," and even the little ones were tough enough to withstand bullets and bombs, which made them as big as threat as they were. Squirtle had bright blue hair, as if dyed with Kool-Aid, and a big excited smile on her face. She wore a pair of jean shorts and a bikini top, with a turtle shell-shaped backpack strapped on. A brightly colored supersoaker was gripped in her hands.
"Alrighty! Let's get wet!" Squirtle cheered with a happy hop in place, clearly glad to be out of her ball to stretch her legs (and bounce her boobs around). Pokegirls could pick up more of a vocabulary as they powered up, but they all seemed to know a few rudimentary phrases. Not that she needed to say much to catch his eye.
"Well it sounds like everything's in order then! You'll probably want to take the way up through the Green Green Forest. White City's on the other side with your first gym battle, and there's plenty of pokegirls to catch on the way."
"Sounds good." Marshall punched it in on his Pokemap App, firing up the GPS. She handed off his belt full of pokeballs, which he hung from the strap of his backpack. "You ready, Squirtle?"
"Alrighty!" she repeated merrily, raising her super soaker over her head. "I'm ready to squirt!"
Marshall went along the path North of town and into the forest. He messed around with Squirtle, letting her in and out of her ball to get used to it. Even if he knew all her moves from the movies and wiki's online, he had her take some practice shots. Her main thing was obviously water, particularly with her super soaker, but she was also pretty sturdy in physical combat too.
There weren't a lot of trainers around, since it was close to one of the common "starting" villages. There was rarely anything exotic out there, and no major Pokeshops. It was right outside the Green Green Forest that he found his first battle crawling through the grass.
A pokegirl poked her head out of the tall grass lining the forest, looking around lazily before drifting back down. The head was all he needed, with the telling purple hoodie bound around her head and the scrappy dark hair poking out. Pokepedia was built into Marshall's phone, but he knew his pokegirls when he saw then; Ekans, the snake-themed pokegirl.
"Sweet! They've got decent speed and a hell of a grip. Give her a shot, Squirtle!"
Squirtle gave a few pumps of her super soaker and nodded. "Alrighty! I'm ready to squirt!" She fired off some shots into the grass, unsure if she'd hit until Ekans burst out from the grass. She was a tall, skinny pokegirl, wearing purple sweats and hoodie (both of which were now wet with Squirtle's water). She bared her teeth and charged for Squirtle with her nails at the ready. It was the basics of pokegirls that the weaker you made them, the easier they were to capture, so he let the two girls go at it.
"The fuck do you think you're doing!?" Ekans snarled, rushing in even as Squirtle hit her with more of her water blasts. She took a few slashes at Squirtle with her dark-painted nails, Marshall's starter dodging or blocking most of them but getting several scrapes along her arms.
"Go get her, Squirtle!" Marshall shouted in vaguely helpful encouragement. Maybe it worked, because Squirtle aimed her gun at the ground and unleashed an impossibly dense burst of water. It flooded the grass in a few yards in either direction, so when Ekans finally tackled into her, they both crashed down into a pool of thick mud.
Ekans shook Squirtle's head by her blue hair, splashing her into the mud and water with little actual effect besides surprising her. "Stupid bitch!" Ekan hissed, the mess splashing up over her purple hoodie. Squirtle swung her hand up to pistol-whip Ekan across the face with the butt of her squirt gun, knocking the snake girl silly and landing on all fours. Squirtle jumped onto her back and splashed her on her face into the mud, punching at the back of her hooded head.
"Get dunked on, loser!" Squirtle taunted, Ekans holding her hands over her head defensively. When Squirtle was caught up in her wild attack (as was Marshall from watching his starter's jiggly breasts caught in a wet t-shirt), Ekans turned her head and bit into Squirtle's thigh. Squirtle yelped and recoiled, holding her leg gingerly. Ekans took the opening to suddenly kick up between her legs, the serpentine pokegirl as dirty a fighter as Marshall expected of poison types.
Squirtle rolled off clutching her crotch, landing on her back in the mud. She started to move to one knee to rise, just for Ekans spit on her face. When Squirtle recoiled, Ekans kicked her back into the mud and straddled her stomach, slapping the starter's breast back and forth vengefully. "Stay down, sssslut," Ekans hissed, raspily drawing out the last word.
Squirtle finally blocked one of the slaps with her arm, raising her water gun and blasting Ekans in the face with it. She yelped and recoiled, but stayed on top as she grabbed Squirtle by the tits. "Let's see how those taste, bitch!" she snarled, opening her mouth wide and lunging in to bite into her tender breast meat.
"Squirtle! Use Shell Shield!" Marshall called to her. The pokegirl's instincts kicked in and she pulled one strap of her shell-shaped backpack, yanking it in front of her like a shield. Ekans gags as she gets a mouthful of leather instead of flesh, pulling back while tangled up in the straps and pouches of the pack. She tripped over in the mud, trying to untangle herself while Squirtle grabbed the hem of her sweatpants.
"Not so fast!" Squirtle declared as she yanked the pants down in one pull. Ekans gave a humiliated shriek, starting to kick and thrash frantically. It only made removing the pants easier, exposing her bare ass and perfectly shaven crotch to Marshall. He had seen them come up during some of the matches on tv, but it was his first time being personally exposed to pokegirl pussy.
Squirtle seemed to catch him staring, because she forced open Ekans' legs and propped one up with her elbow. "Ahhh! No!" Ekans yelped, trying to squirm away from the water pokegirl as she saw where her next attack was going. Squirtle poked the business end of her super soaker inside Ekans' twat. That alone got a startled moan out of the snakegirl, as if the fight had aroused her more than hurt her. She squirmed as Squirtle lightly pumped the barrel of her squirt gun inside her, putting on something of a show for Marshall before she gripped the trigger again.
"Let's get wet," she teased before there was a thick burst of water from her gun, spraying a mix of water and Ekans' pussy juices out into the mud. The snake pokegirl wailed and writhed, her hips bucking around the phallic tip of the weapon. The powerful jet of water kept blasting into her clitoris, and soon the hooded pokegirl's eyes rolled back and her mouth hung open as she collapsed from pleasure into the mud.
Squirtle twirled her water gun before licking the tip, suggestively meeting Marshall's eyes. He caught himself gawking long enough to grab one of his pokeballs. "Shit, right," he scolded himself. He ran closer and chucked it into the girl, bouncing off her hoodie. The hi-tech ball floated in the air as Ekans turned into the same mysterious red energy, floating around the ball until it was sucked inside. The ball snapped shut and flew back onto his belt of balls, now with a purple dot marking its front (or "the nipple" as some called it).
"Fuck yea, Ekans! We're on the way, Squirt!" Squirtle smiled proudly as she stood up, running over and hugging Marshall with a thick splat, smelling of sex and fresh mud. "Oh... right. Maybe let's clean up first."
Marshall made a quick camp to scrub down Squirtle. Her water-friendly clothes easily washed up, and her gun made it so they didn't even have to find a river (though watching a cute girl hosing herself off did help Marshall lose track of the time). He recalled Squirtle into her ball and followed the path back into the woods. Somehow, the energy in the pokeballs kept the pokegirls rested and fed, so it was the best place for the two after they both went through their first fight. Before too long, the trail proved too quiet for him. He could only wave at passing trade caravans and look up moves for his team of two for so long. He finally went off the path, deciding that the pokegirls knew better than to simply walk along the road like normal people. A few Pidgey pokegirls flew off before he could spot them, but he finally found paydirt.
He spotted a Mankey scampering up a tree while he was hiking through some bushes. Marshall crouched down low to scope out the new pokegirl and dig up his memories about her ablities. Mankeys were deceptively short and thin, with tanned skin and white hair. She had a cute little button nose, and at a glance looked like a pretty harmless girl, but there were all sorts of old stories warning people about pokegirls dooming people like mermaids or sirens from the even older tales. They were always stronger and more dangerous than they looked.
The white hair ran down the skin of the Mankey's shoulders and back to mark her inhumanity. She wore a loose-fitting and beat up karate gi for a shirt and shorts, with a thin monkey tail poking out from the butt. Mankey looked skinny, but when she climbed, her lean limbs bulged with the wiry muscle of a professional runner. She wasn't big enough to lift Marshall over her head, but she could probably break something if she had a clear shot at him.
Of course, a fist-fighting monkeygirl wasn't much for a ranged fight. Lead in with Squirtle with Ekans on backup, and he could bag her before she knew what hit her. He grabbed for his pokeballs... and felt nothing there. He spun around to find three more Mankeys that snuck up behind him, holding his belt full of pokeballs and sniffing at them curiously. "What's that? What's that?" one of them chirped inquisitively. Well, shit.
"Hey! Give those back!" Marshall snapped and swung a hand at one of the thieving pokegirls. She darted back so quickly she had no trouble evading Marshall's grasp. She giggled as one of the other Mankeys shoved him in the stomach. Marshall landed on his back and two of the Mankeys were instantly crawling over him, sniffing and groping at him curiously. He quickly stopped resisting, settling on just squirming uncomfortably. He knew better than to piss off the stronger wild women. There was no telling what they might do.
Good example: one of them kissed Marshall full on the mouth. His eyes went wide as her tongue pushed between his lips, her strong hands taking and squeezing his hands. She sat down on his chest, leaning far over to keep their lip lock, and he could feel her warm, damp crotch pressing down on him. Marshall recalled the one thing all the pokegirls had in common: they were obsessed with fighting and sex.
"Ah! Wait a minute!" Marshall tried to buy his time, but the other Mankey pulled down his pants. For all his struggling, his body was still reacting to being covered in warm, cute, horny women, and he couldn't stifle an erection.
Her eyes widened with delight at the sight of his hardon. "Nummys!" she chimed and popped his shaft into her mouth in one quick gulp. He had fooled around with human women before, but this was simply something else. They went after him with a primal passion that only came from being a species that was exclusively females. His objections and shouts instantly turned to moans as her strong tongue circled around his rod like some kind of sensual shark. The other was still mounted on his chest, kissing all over his mouth and neck while rising and falling with his intensifying breathing.
"Noooo, no ooh! Yes! Wow, just like that!" Marshall's hormones took over for his brain. He found himself humping against the pokegirl's mouth instead of thrashing around, and his shouts were replaced by moans. The Mankey that was kissing him shifted up his body and tugged down her pants, revealing a tight, wet snatch with a short but curled bush of white hair. Marshall's mouth watered just from looking at the sexual center of her muscular thighs, which gave off a fragrant scent of honey and fruit (not nearly as sweaty or musky as he had expected).
He was so caught up in the sight that he barely noticed a third Mankey come over and push the one that was on his cock, nuzzling her face against it like a cat and licked over it curiously. The two had a brief squabble and shoving match before they started competitively licking and sucking on it between the two of them, looking up at Marshall as if expecting him to be a judge. He didn't make for a very good one, since the first Mankey finished losing her pants and sat on his face.
"Ooooh! Gonna keep em!" she chirped excitedly, already grinding on Marshall's face with passion and energy.
One of the ones at Marshall's waist popped her mouth off his shaft long enough to add her two cents. "All mine!"
"No, all mine!" squeaked the third.
This was it, he seemed to concede. This is how his adventure would end. Kept as a sex hostage by a pack of humanized monkeys. The fourth one was still poking around at his belt of pokeballs out of his reach, even if he wanted to try to make a break for it, but the primal, aggressive sexuality of the pokegirls grinding and sucking on him it was hard to find the motivation. He started to thrust and moan louder as the two lower Mankeys found his balls and were softly toying with each of them. "Oh god! Oh fuck! Yes, yes!" he panted between thrusts from the Mankey riding his face, her sweet juices smearing over his lips and face as her hard clit started brushing against his mouth and tongue. He was about to cum into the faces of the two pokegirls when there came a huge cracking noise. The girls all froze, looking in the same direction as Marshall at the sound. A small tree toppled over, then another as a low rumbling noise and a huge humanoid figure started to come from deeper in the woods.
There were some kinds of pokegirls that were just called "rares." They were generally stronger than your random pokegirls, but harder to find and usually with some major quirk or another. Technically Squirtle was a rare, since they didn't pop up much in the wild and were raised by pokegirl ranchers as friendly and easy to work with starters. Their rarity made them harder to track, so they popped up all over the place at the strangest of times.
Apparently, his shouting had woke up a Snorlax. She was over six feet tall with dark skin and a plump build to her that looked like it had to weigh 300 pounds. Huge breasts and a round belly jiggled as she burst into the scene, a t-shirt stretched out above the protruding stomach and some stretch pants coating her beefy legs. Even without memorizing Pokepedia, Marshall knew just by looking at her that she was a tank in raw power as well as weight, since she had to move all that fat around somehow.
"Who the hell woke me up!?" she roared angrily in a high but husky voice. The Mankeys shrieked and tried to scatter away from the downed Marshall, but the Snorlax swung a hefty leg like a wrecking ball. It smashed into the nearest monkey girl and sent her flying through the woods like she was shot out of a canon, which fortunately made her drop Marshall's belt of pokeballs. The two Mankeys on his dick let go to pounce at the Snorlax, flailing their nails and fists at her wildly. If the beefy pokegirl felt it, she didn't show it as the Mankeys clung to her huge breasts, clawing and biting.
"Don't you know what time it is!?" Snorlax snarled, palming the two girls by the head and spiking them into the ground with an earth-shaking crash. The Mankeys gave some quick shrieked before collapsing into the grass. Marshall just gawked at the sight as she sat up and pulled up his pants. He weighed his odds quietly, deciding that he was in no mental state to deal with the BBW of a pokegirl right now. He kicked at the last Mankey, and the monkeygirl squeaked and darted out of the bushes. It looked like she'd made it away before Snorlax suddenly sat down, planting her wide ass cheeks down on top of her. The Mankey thrashing for a few seconds as Snorlax simply folded her arms and waited. The smaller pokegirl gave a last minute gag before she stopped twitching and passed out under the smothering buns.
Marshall looked over the wreckage of the area, where even trees had been knocked down by the big brown powerhouse. He certainly didn't think he could fight it right now, even as he reclaimed his pokeballs, but...
Snorlax looked up suddenly. Right at him. Marshall gulped and grabbed a spare pokeball, rushing out into the clearing. "Gotcha!" he shouted, tossing the ball for one of the downed Mankeys. The orb made a popping noise and sucked her up, with Marshall catching it in midair and running before he bothered to wait and see if it was actually captured. If a pokegirl was knocked out, it was a safe bet that it would be caught, but there was a complex formula to how the balls worked that never guaranteed anything. Still, he was no dummy, and no half-decent trainer left some KOed pokegirl around without trying. It wasn’t until later that night that he’d realize how risky that was to possibly have a confused kung fu pokegirl explode out of her ball and right into his face.
"Who are you calling fat!?" Snorlax bellowed, and he could feel the ground shake beneath him as he ran. Not now! Not with him blueballing, no plan, and without any underwear on!
“Squirtle, quick! Use Seafoam!” He popped his starter out, the pokegirl drawing her squirt gun and with a few pumps, blasted out a wide, fine spray of water between Marshall and Snorlax. “It’s bath time!” she cried triumphantly.
"Hey!" Snorlax boomed as Marshall just kept running. He dove through some bushes with Squirtle right behind him, just to find that they were hiding a hillside. He tumbled down, managing to avoid any trees before he rolled to a stop. Squirtle had skillfully shifted her backpack in front of her to sled down on it and come to a stop behind him. They listened quietly as the booming steps of the Snorlax went past their spot.
"Good work, Squirtle." Marshall panted, patting her on the leg. Squirtle gave a little whine and watched him expectantly. He looked where she was staring, finding himself dirty and scraped up from the chase and the fall. "Oh, yea. I guess pokegirls don't really bleed do they? It'll be fine." Squirtle brought out her water gun and aimed it at him, and Marshall winced. "Ah! I'm sorry! What'd I say?!"
Squirtle took careful aim and blasted a warm current from her gun, cleaning off his various scrapes and scratches. They even felt a bit better, as if there were some kind of medicine in them, but maybe it just felt that good after such a hard day of hiking and excitement. "Oh... thanks," he smiled, flopping back on the grass to rest. It worked out pretty well until he realized he'd been shot with a few jets of warm water, and that they not only cooled but started to pool under him.
"You know what? Let's go dry up. I need a break after all that."
Marshall was resting and starting to feel a bit better. It was a warm day, so he'd started a small campfire (one of the few useful things the public schools taught him in the world of pokegirls) and left his clothes out to dry nearby. He had decided to wait them out in just a pair of shorts rather than risk getting another set of clothes dirty. Green Green Forest was something of a hike too get through, so he wanted to conserve whatever resources he could. It was why he left his new Ekans and Mankey in their pokeballs, but he let Squirtle stay out to keep him company. She kept staring at him intently, and it seemed the least he could do for all the work she'd done for him today.
"Get wet?" she offered with a curious tilt of her head.
"Yea, sorta. Thanks," Marshall said with a weak smile. It was awkward to get naked in front of her when he'd changed clothes; she watched him so closely the entire time, like she was assessing him for anything she could do at any moment.
Squirtle frowned, clenching her fists in her lap. She set her water gun down beside her, opening her mouth and gesturing but not making any more than a few clipped words. "Wet... All... Squi..." She gave a frustrated little growl, which Marshall had to admit was pretty adorable to see her pout. She folded her arms under her boobs, and Marshall adjusted his shorts as inconspicuously as he could.
Squirtle finally managed to spit out a slow and clumsy sentence. "Do you need help?"
Marshall gave her a surprised look. He knew that pokegirls picked up English the more time they spent around people, but he was surprised that it was the first thing she's learned to say. It was kind of sweet.
"Yea, I'll make it. Just a few scratches, really."
Squirtle crawled closer to him, eyes wide and innocent. He froze up as she reached for him, resting her hand on his hardon through his shorts. "Do you need help?" she repeated a little more steadily. Marshall swallowed hard. Her big hopeful eyes and her big, dangling breasts seemed to take "No, I'm fine" out of his vocabulary, especially after his time spent with the Mankeys.
He stared at Squirtle for a bit before he leaned in and kissed her. Squirtle didn't seem as surprised as he expected, and they'd barely locked lips when the pokegirl slid her wet and surprisingly cool tongue into his mouth. It felt as if she had just finished eating a popsicle. She groped Marshall's cock through his shorts before slipping her hand in past the waistband, stroking it more directly. Between that and the sudden makeout session, Marshall's young member had no problem keeping hard in her grip.
It was intense and intimate, and Marshall felt immensely exposed and vulnerable. He still closed his eyes and ran his hands through Squirtle's short blue hair, pulling her closer until her hard nipples and soft breasts pushed into his chest. His body had been teased enough, and his instincts spurred him on faster. Fortunately, Squirtle's nature as a pokegirl had her on the same level already. The pokegirl balls made them cooperative and helpful, but it didn't do away with their basic instincts: fighting and fucking.
Squirtle wrapped her legs around his waist and leaned into him, pinning Marshall down in the grass. Unlike the pack of Mankeys, though, it felt comforting and welcome to the boy. She went on kissing him as she pulled down her jean shorts, exposing her smooth and trimmed bush to Marshall. He rubbed down and past her stomach, dipping into her unnaturally wet folds. Squirtle moaned and thrust against his hand, rubbing her warm inner walls against his probing fingers. Her juices ran down his fingers and onto her knuckles, and the panting, watery pokegirl's drool dripped down onto Marshall's chest. As unlikely as it seemed to him, it felt like Squirtle needed it as badly as Marshall did right now.
Marshall took Squirtle by the hips and brought them down on top of his. She gasped as she was penetrated, tensing up against him for a moment before she started to moan and rolled her hips. Her incredible wetness made the process incredibly smooth, sliding up and down his shaft as her breathing caught onto the rhythm of her pelvis. "Get... Getting wet..." she panted cutely as she rode Marshall with more enthusiasm than experience. He held onto her breasts, holding her up and squeezing the handfuls of flesh to further reward her efforts. He had been wound up for most of the day, and would be the first to admit that he didn't last long. Her high-pitched grunts and warm, slick pussy pulled an orgasm right out of him. Basic schooling also told him that pokegirls didn't get pregnant by humans, so he shamelessly came inside her. Squirtle bit her lip and shivered as his warmth coursed inside her privates, mixing with her own various fluids. Marshall fell to his back exhausted, sweating, and damp with Squirtle's fluids again.
His dick wasn't done twitching as Squirtle continued to grind on him, just to shudder sharply herself. He started to move his grip to her sides to steady her when she gave a shrill shriek. He pulled his hands back in surprise as she cried out. "I'm gonna squirt!!"
He'd just finished his own orgasm when hers came crashing down, spraying far more intensely than any girl he'd been with before. The current of her cum was strong enough to make him shudder as it stimulated his freshly emptied dick, but finally she collapsed on top of him. "Ohhh, wet and wild..." she cooed in one of her silly little catchphrases, getting a chuckle from Marshall. They laid tangled up together, letting her rest on him as he pet her hair.
"That better?" he asked, and Squirtle nodded quietly, blush across her cheeks. "Yea, me too. I needed that... just had to clear my head." He looked over at his clothes. The color was lighter than before, suggesting they were starting to dry out. He kissed Squirtle lightly before helping her off of him, pulling his shorts back on. "Now I think we're ready to go back there."
Squirtle tilted her head curiously at him. Marshall just smiled. "If we're gonna catch that Snorlax, we'll need a plan."
Marshall finally had some time to strategize. Ekans and Mankey had time to rest, and Snorlax wouldn't be hard to find. She'd just hard to catch. She had a trait that Pokepedia called "a heavy sleeper." If Snorlax was unconscious, she became much more resistant to being caught, so you couldn't really knock her out or put her to sleep. If you did, she'd just sleep off the fight and come back at you after a long wait. Not to mention that he'd just watched Snorlax take out four other pokegirls in one go, only one of which he'd been able to catch. He'd have to fight smart and, like Snorlax had, use surprise to his advantage.
It was easy to find the trail of wreckage and big, human-looking footprints of the overweight pokegirl. Marshall found her passed out in a small field, likely taking the nap she'd had interrupted earlier. Marshall had hoped to have a more dense part of the forest to use for cover, but this would have to do. No way was he going to pass up on a chance like this.
"Okay. Wakeup time, Squirtle."
Squirtle pumped her super soaker suggestively a few times before blasting a jet of water into the air. It arced a long ways up and came crashing down onto the hefty pokegirl. Snorlax sat up suddenly, sputtering as she wiped water from her eyes. The rest of it made her shirt and already tight pants cling to her wide breasts and body. Her eyes settled on Marshall and Squirtle as she growled lowly.
"Do you have any idea what time it is!?" she bellowed, barreling towards them with alarming speed for something so huge and angry.
"Go, Ekans! Use Burrow!" Marshall hurled the ball and it burst into a flash of light. The purple-clad pokegirl smirked at the towering opponent, adjusting her hoodie before she charged into battle. Snorlax threw a punch for her, but Ekans leapt like a diver into the ground as she started whirling like a drill (or a Bugs Bunny cartoon). She vanished underground while Snorlax's punch went wild, letting the chubby pokegirl stumble from her own momentum. She scowled down at the ground, stomping her big bare feet hard enough to shake the ground in her efforts to scare Ekans back up.
"OOOF!" Squirtle suddenly went flying head-first into Snorlax's pudgy stomach, knocking the big pokegirl back a few paces. Snorlax angrily grabbed Squirtle by her blue hair, lifting Marshall's starter off the ground as she yelped in pain. "You little shit!" Snorlax growled menacingly, but Ekans burst up from the ground behind her, the dirt falling off her hoodie rather neatly.
Ekans methodically kicked the back of Snorlax's leg, making her drop to her thick knees and release Squirtle from the hair pull. Squirtle's feet hit the ground and she spun around, smashing the butt of her water gun Snorlax across her chubby cheek. Snorlax staggered again, but still stayed on her knees. She kicked a chunky leg back to tag Ekans, sending her rolling across the grass. Snorlax turned to pursue her, but Squirtle jumped up and wrapping her arms around her neck into a piggyback chokehold. Snorlax gagged and stumbled while Ekans vanished back underground, but she grabbed Squirtle by the arms and flipped her over back over head.
"Uh oh," Squirtle chirped quietly as she dangled by her arms in the big and tan pokegirl's grip. Snorlax squeezed her into a bearhug, the smaller Squirtle giving a pained squeal as she was crushed against the big round boobs of the wild pokegirl. Squirtle kicked and Marshall winced, but even the slippery starter couldn't break free.
If that wasn't enough, Snorlax suddenly tossed her into the air. While she spun in a freefall through the open air, Snorlax gave a short hop and grabbed her while she was upside down. "Rest in peace, loser," Snorlax sneered, clamping Squirtle against her belly as she started to drop back down. Marshall recognized it as her signature move, the Sumo Suplex. It was a sure fire finish...
Fortunately, Ekans had finished with her part of the plan. She had been tunneling all around the battlefield, and when Snorlax's hefty weight came crashing down, both her and Squirtle suddenly caved in the ground beneath them. When the dirt and debris cleared, Snorlax was laying on her side, awkwardly trying to right her chubby form. Squirtle was laid out with her head spinning dizzily in the crude crater.
Marshall quickly threw out a pair of pokeballs, sucking Squirtle back into hers. "Good work, squirt. Okay, Mankey! Payback time! Use Submission!" The muscular little monkeygirl sprang out of her pokeball at the same time, landing on Snorlax's back. The dazed and beefy pokegirl reached back to grab her like she had with Squirtle, but the stronger and more nimble girl in her rugged karate gi skillfully grabbed Snorlax's arms and bent them behind her back. The chubby woman let out a short howl of pain followed by some grunting and squirming, but Mankey held on tight. It yanked her arms behind her back and puffed out her breasts, as well as draining the strength from the bigger foe.
"Just... five more minutes," Snorlax snarled, wriggling and jiggling to try and escape. Ekans popped out of the ground in front of her, now with a lit cigarette between her lips. Snorlax gave her a glare, but Ekans took a drag and blew some unnaturally purple smoke into her face. While Snorlax was busy bound and coughing, Marshall let his pokeball fly. After the usual tension and Mankey and Ekans backing off readily... it finally stopped. It was caught.
"Oh, hell yea!" Marshall laughed proudly.
"Hell yea!" Mankey repeated.
"Ah, shit. I am a terrible influence on you girls," Marshall sighed.
"Ah, shit," Ekans repeated, but with a sly grin on her face.
Marshall gathered up his things, checking up on Squirtle through the status tracker on the ball's holographic display. She'd be fine with some rest, and he could thank her then. Finally, though, he felt satisfied with making his camp and eating his dinner. He popped out his new Snorlax, the huge, tan , slightly bruised woman stretching out lazily.
"I still can't believe it," Marshall mused. "A Snorlax on my first day." He brought up her Pokepedia entry, just for Snorlax to grab the last hotdog off the fire and pop it into her mouth. "Hey! Give that back!"
"Just wake me when you're done," she yawned, curling up and dozing off, still munching on her snack.
"What? Wait, I'm not done talking!" Marshall poked her in the tubby side, his finger sinking in almost up to the knuckle. Snorlax just mumbled and rolled over, burying Marshall in a wave of sweaty breasts and soft belly. He completely vanished from sight underneath her until there was a flash of red and Snorlax vanished, leaving Marshall flat on his back with wide eyes staring up at the moon and some sweaty smears across his shirt and face.
"Okay... I guess I can work with that..."
