Pokegirl Adventures 9: Scarlet City Scuffle

Bringing back this old favorite. Sex, fighting, humiliation, monstergirls… the story’s got a little something for most of my followers. This one’s been a while coming as Marshall takes on a fighting gym leader. I wanted to make it a proper challenge and make it a 6 on 6 battle before I realized how gigantic that would make the story and realized I never really used part two, to be continued much in my stories beyond them being a lot of ongoing series. This one felt long enough as it was and wanted to share it sooner with people, so I’m making this fight a two-parter. 

Scarlet City was a low and broad kind of place. The builders were all single floors with wider layouts to make up for the missing space. Even the city itself was down a long hill in some sort of sunken valley. Marshall, Anne and Fran finished sliding down the dusty hill and had set their pokegirls off the Pokehospital for a full recovery before they went after the gym. The girls ran off to get some food while Marshall checked his online sources for anything about the Pokedojo leader. The last he’d checked, Carlton was the one in charge, but there were all sorts of ways for leaders to get ejected. They might be driven off by a powerful-enough challenger, or even being too difficult could lose them their rank. They expected young trainers to get at least MOST of the badges at their skill level, after all.

That was when he got a ping. A flirty, bubbly blonde woman appeared on his Pokepad’s screen, winking and teasingly tugging on her top to expose some impressive cleavage. The tan trainer smiled and hit the accept button.

“Hey, Professor Bansai. It’s nice to see a familiar pair. I mean, face.” The multi-purpose device showed the busty professor’s smiling face as she fumbled around her lab. Her degree in Pokeology was mounted on the wall behind her, as if people needed proof that the bumbling woman was legit.

“Hello there, Marshall! I was just checking in with this season’s new trainers and I saw you’ve been making progress.”

“Yea! I got two Pokedojos down and I’m at my third in Scarlet City.”

“Ooh… Scarlet,” Bonsai winced. “Tough break.”

“Why’s that?”

“The last gym leader was caught as part of the Pokemafia and ejected from his position.”

“Oh… you don’t say…” Marshall glanced over his shoulder to see that his reformed pokebandito friends weren’t there, just in case the professor recognized them.

“I do say, Marshall! Because it’s true. Also they like… found out he was using a LOT of racial slurs during battle,” she added more quietly. “So there were a lot of factors in their decision. But I hear the new leader is perfectly sweet! She was so nice to take over the dojo on short notice.”

Marshall tapped a few things on his pokepad while she went on asking about his progress. Sure enough, the gym had changed leadership less than a week ago. In fact, he had expected the gym to be Rank 1 but it had stepped up its difficulty to Rank 2. It was a broad label, but he was recommended to have 3 or 4 stamps from Rank 1’s before going after Rank 2’s. He’d come all the way here, though… it seemed worth a shot. He hadn’t lost to a single trainer so far, and he’d been working with his pokegirls lately to train and bond with them. He still felt ready for the challenge.

“Well as long as I have you on the line, professor, what sort of trainer is the new girl?”

“Oh! Right! I forgot to mention!” Bonsai fumbled through a few piles of papers before holding one up to her face. “It says she’s… fighting.”

“Like Hitmonlee Fighting types?”

“Hm? Oh, yes. That too. She also just… fights.”

“Like…?”

“Like she fights people. She ran a local gym and dojo… like, for people kinda dojo. So just be a little careful.”

“Thhhhanks,” Marshall said warily. “I’ll try to keep that in mind.”

“Great! Listen, the Fire types just got loose and that’s riling up the Dragon types, so I’m gonna run okay thanks bye!” The call abruptly ended as Marshall stared at it blankly. He shrugged and went over his roster of pokegirls, sizing up his best bets for the fight to come. He kept his lessons in mind from his last dojo battle; type advantage was good, but there were smaller edges to keep in mind.

His reformed mobster friends returned and they ate their sandwiches as Marshall caught them up on the news.

“Ahh yes,” Fran said with a nod. “That would add up. We had an anonymous contact somewhere in Scarlet City, so it’s surprising that it’s a dojo leader. They always end up getting caught. He must have gotten greedy.” The tall redhead sighed. “Now I guess they’re going to sent a pokehitman after him for revealing our hand…”

“Not that that’s the right thing to do!” Annie cut in, the burn-scarred girl smiling meekly. It occurred to Marshall that their insider knowledge on the Pokemafia could get him out of a lot of tough spots if it came down to it.  

“Especially not to us…” Fran added. “So where’s this dojo anyway?”

“Just on the corner there,” Marshall said with a nod in the right direction. “I was just thinking of the best way to approach this.”

“Nonsense!” Fran stood up boldly and threw away her greasy bag of trash. “I’m not about to let my sensei do such menial labor as asking for a challenge himself! I’ll just march right in there myself and DEMAND that-”

“No, wait a second!” Marshall pleaded, but Fran was already rambling as she stormed into the gym. She entered the automatic doors and only heard her stop to give out a shrill scream. Marshall sucked in a hissing breath before he stepped into the pokedojo.

It was full of weight benches, sparring mats, treadmills, lockers… and a mere handful of pokegirls around. It appeared to be an actual gym where human trainers and customers were working out, most of which were now staring at Fran and her predicament. In the middle of the entrance were Fran and a muscular young woman, tangled into a complex submission hold. The woman had ocean blue hair which was tied into a short braid behind her head, keeping it out of her face. She was wearing a pink shirt with the sleeves clearly ripped off and a skin-tight pair of shorts that might as well have been panties for all they covered. She was only about 5 feet tall but she had bigger biceps than anyone Marshall had ever seen before. They were currently wrapped around Fran’s neck, bending it backward while she choked her. Her stocky legs were pushed between the redhead’s thighs, forcing her legs apart so Marshall could look right up her skirt. Fran was frantically tapping out against the young woman’s muscular thighs.

“You call that a takedown?!” the short musclegirl taunted into Fran’s ear. “I’ve seen better fighting from a Magikarp!” The good news is, you came to the right place! My personal training program will have you…” The blue-haired woman paused and looked up at Marshall.

“…ah! Another customer! Let me show you the wonders we can do to your body here at Vera Cross’ fitness and martial arts dojo!” She released Fran’s head, letting her give a huge gasp for air. Vera sat up and approached Marshall, but he desperately held out a pokeball in front of him.

“I’m not here for that! I’m here for the Pokedojo’s stamp!”

“Oh.” Vera paused and looked briefly disappointed, but her eyes lit up again. “Oh! That kind of a match! Great! Right this way! Julia, can you watch the front desk? And try to jump on anyone who wants an application, okay?”

“No, Vera,” sighed a weary-looking secretary seated nearby.

“Fair enough! Let’s go, kid!” 

Ann helped up Fran and the trio followed the dojo’s leader down another hall. Here they saw much more pokegirls exercising; an armored and milfy Nidoqueen on a bicycle, a few veil-wearing Hitmonlee doing yoga together, and even a Charizard with her flaming tail, broad wings, biker leathers and piercings was pumping iron.

“So you work out humans AND pokegirls,” Marshall noted. Vera smiled proudly.

“Exactly! It’s only fair to put yourself through whatever your pokegirl does. How else can you know what it’s like when they’re being squeezed in a Tangela’s thighs  and make the right decision for them?” Marshall looked down at her toned thighs and just kept his mouth shut. They finally arrived at an obvious arena with the usual marked off areas for trainers and deploying your pokegirls. Vera turned and gestured around as she smiled wide.

“Well, here we are! Whenever you’re ready, you can show me your stuff!” Vera raised and flexed her arms happily, bulging enough to make Marshall hesitate. Fran just gingerly rubbed her neck. Marshall went over and tapped his pokepad, sending out the official challenge and locking in his starting pokegirl.

“Just a sec…” Vera frowned and messed with her pad for another minute. “I’m still getting used to this dojo leader thing… you sure you don’t just wanna fight it out? You and me, and if you win I give you the badge?”

“No thanks,” Marshall said as politely as he could.

“What about if we fight while our pokegirls fight. And if either’s knocked out, they lose.”

“Regular pokegirl battle, please.”

“Alright, alright,” she grumbled. “Ah! Here!” She finally accepted his challenge and pulled out one of her pokeball. “Hope you’re ready to face the hard-hitting fists of the Scarlet City workout center!! I mean GYM!” 

They both tossed out their hyperballs, popping open in a flash of light. Marshall had led with a safe bet against any Fighting type, playing the only Ghost on his roster. Cofagrigus appeared, his half-naked mummy pokegirl floating in midair and smirking confidently.

Vera’s pokegirl came out in a readied crane pose. Mienshao had vaguely Asian features to her face, but much of her pale body was covered up. She wore long, pink, silky clothes like a martial artist of old, with the sleeves long enough to cover up her hands and wrists. It may have been because of the top itself hanging too low on its own, since it had a low neckline around her pale and round jugs. “Wachaa! Get some!” the kun-fu pokegirl challenged.

“Hit it with a Shadow Ball!” Marshall ordered.

“Get ‘em, Mienshao!” Vera ordered in reply. She paused to shrug at Ann and Fran on the sidelines. “Told you I’m new to this pokegirl fighting thing. I’m still free if you want to go a round after this human on human…”

As the girls shook their heads, the pokegirls clashed. Mienshao gave a few sweeping gestures with her hands, batting away the dark blasts from Cofagrigus’s finger.

“My kung-fu is superior!” Mienshao gloated as she leapt speedily through the air. She threw a sweeping kick at the mummy’s belly, getting Cofagrigus to wince.

“Dirty little peasant,” she growled as the fighting type shifted in midair and latched her arms and legs around her in a tight chokehold. Cofagrigus just smirked as she vanished into shadow in her hands.

“Hii!?” Mienshao asked quizzically. Cofagrigus reappeared behind her and conjured a wave of long, shadowy hands to grab her all over and start tearing off her clothes. “Yaaaa!” she wailed in surprise, trying to wriggle free and cover up.

“Too slippery for you?” the regal mummy gloated.

“Nice one, Cofagrigus! Now put her in a Bind!”

The shadowy pokegirl lashed out with her dark limbs and grabbed the Mienshao in a tangled web of its limbs. The martial artist was unable to keep up with so many of the groping hands, ending up suspended in midair with her legs being forced apart. Mienshao squealed and tried to cover up her privates, but even her hands were trapped over (or under, really) her head. Vera winced at the sight and shook her head.

“Oof. No luck there,” she tutted as she called Mienshao back from her bondage position and into her pokeball. “Then let’s see how you handle the next stage of your training… dangit. I mean, battle. Whatever! Hawlucha!”

Her pokeball popped open to show the short, red-haired luchadora. A colorful mask with a vaguely hawk-like pattern covered most of her face beyond a piercing set of eyes. A cloak of feather-like patterns ran down her back while a leotard with a long, low v-neck that went between her breasts covered the rest of her.

“El rudo!” she declared as she pointed towards Cofagrigus.

“Who are YOU calling rude!? You’re the one in a mask!” the mummy pokegirl snapped.

“It’s Spanish for a heel wrestler. Ignore her,” Marshall explained quickly, but the taunt had already distracted her. Hawlucha shot through the air as quickly as her small, fit body rocketed towards her opponent. Hawlucha whirled and threw a kick into Cofagrigus’ stomach, getting a grunt from her before she teleported to another part of the arena.

“You won’t get lucky twice!” Cofagrigus scolded as she cast out a hand. More shadow limbs appeared from the ground, grabbing at the speedy lucha pokegirl. She dodged a number of them before one caught her by the ankle, trapping her on the spot. Cofagrigus gave a short, confident laugh before Vera called out.

“Hawlucha! Let’s show them not to skip arm day!”

“Si! My finishing move!” she replied. The avian wrestler flexed her tight little arms and slammed them forward, whipping up her cape behind them. The blast of air cut through the arena, slicing through several of the tendrils before crashing into her captor. Cofagrigus wailed as she went flying back through the air and crashed into the far wall, sliding down comically.

“She’s a quick one,” Marshall noted. “Cofagrigus, return.”

“That’s the real trick to fighting. With the right strategy, you can take down any opponent.”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” Marshall admitted as he grabbed another ball. “Whoever said fight fire with fire is a dumbass. It’s not very effective after all… but I can fight lucha with lucha! Pikachu libre! Go!”

The short and curvy pokegirl appeared in a flash, striking a dramatic pose in her leotard and mask. The combatants immediately locked eyes and sprang towards each other, grabbing each other’s hands in a tight test of strength. Sparks seemed to radiate between them as the intense contest raged… but then actual sparks as Pikachu sent a shock through her opponent’s hands. Hawlucha gave a shrill wail as her body vibrated and pulled back suddenly.

“That belt is mine!” Pikachu declared as she ran after her. She charged her fist with electricity but Hawlucha leapt into a drop kick that slammed her in the tits. PIkalibre tumbling back to the arena floor a little dazed.

“Now, Hawlucha! Flying Elbow!”

“Agility, Pikachu!”

Hawlucha sprang high into the air, coming down for an elbow drop when Pikachu rolled out of the way in a burst of speed. The avian wrestler winced as she landed, allowing the sparking opponent to jump onto her back.

“Get ready for the most electrifying move in the entire league!” Pikachu announced in her high voice. She grabbed Hawlucha’s arms and pulled them back behind her, stretching her out painfully. Hawlucha winced and struggled, but she was stuck in the hold.

“I… never submit,” Hawlucha growled.

“Not yet you don’t,” Marshall added. “Give her The Shocker!”

Pikalibre wrapped her legs around Hawlucha’s head, still keeping up her hold as another crackling of electricity came from her crotch. She squeezed the head scissor before a burst of lightning shot from her groin into Hawlucha, hitting the spasming lucha with her devastatingly effective hold.

“Nooooo~! I… tap… out~!” Hawlucha wailed as she collapsed limply in Pikachu’s arms.

“Fair’s fair,” Vera shrugged. “Get ‘em, girls!”

She tossed out her next pokegirl. Medicham was a woman in a loose, pink belly dancer-like outfit. Her baggy pants swayed as she moved rhythmically, her pale and pouty lips smirking at her opponent. Pikalibre charged up her fists again and quickly charged at her opponent.

“A new challenger!” the mousey wrestler announced, but the swaying fighting dodged around her.

“It’s mind over matter,” Medicham chimed before driving a knee into the shorter pokegirl’s stomach. Pikachu gagged and bounced back, sending out a shower of sparks in her direction. Medicham dodged or even deflected a few with her fluid motions, but winced as a few tagged her. She finally stumbled enough for Marshall to call her out.

“Now! Thunder Punch!” he ordered. Pikalibre lunged in and threw a supercharged punch in between Medicham’s breasts, releasing a small explosion of electricity. The dancer pokemon skidded back along the arena with a trail of lightning and smoke in her wake. She came to a stop to see her top had a large hole burned into the front of it, making the garment fall off her chest.

“Okay, enough fooling around. Show ‘em your real powers,” Vera encouraged.

“Unlock your chi,” Medicham confirmed, throwing out a hand and flexing her fingers in an ornate gesture. Pikachu suddenly levitated off the floor, clumsily tumbling head over heels.

“Oh crap. Medicham is part psychic, isn’t it?” Marshall scolded himself. “Use Thunder! Quick!”

“Here comes the thunder!” Pikachu announced, launching a spray of lightning in all directions.

A few bolts struck and staggered Medicham, but she swung her hand off to one side. Pikachu gave a startled squeak, but that turned into a yelp as her crotch hit the back of one of the spectator seats. Medicham kept pushing until Pikachu was grinding her crotch all along the row of seats, biting her lip as a thick wet spot started to grow in her tights. By the time she floated off the other end, Pikalibre shuddered and visibly squirted hard enough to leak out through her costume.

With her limping and smiling wearily in midair, Marshall saw he’d just be delaying the inevitable by leaving her in.

“Okay, Pikachu, tag out. Get ‘em, Vespiqueen!”

Marshall could see that Medicham wasn’t going to last for long and being airborne was going to be a real asset in a battle against the melee-centric Fighting types. His regally dressed bee pokegirl appeared, waving a honeycomb-tipped staff in Medicham’s direction.

“You’ve crossed the wrong queen bee!” she scolded. Her long, insectoid wings flapped rapidly, kicking up a gale of wind that forced Medicham to nearly lose her footing. She tumbled weakly head over heels, but caught herself on one hand and flipped back to her feet.

“Too slow!” Medicham snapped as she swung a high kick into the air. A shockwave of energy shot out of the swinging limb, flying up towards Vespiqueen before it exploded. Medicham watched with a smirk, but a bunch of small specks started to fall out of the dust cloud it left behind. As it cleared, there was a small, buzzing swarm of insects pouring out of the folds of Vespiqueen’s gown.

“Such a loyal swarm,” Vespiqueen chuckled. Marshall quietly noted the strange fact that he’d taken on so many haughty pokegirls on his team as she broke into a graceful twirl. It sped up until she was resembling a drill and dove into Medicham, slicing with her scepter hard enough to send her flying off her feet and crashing to the mats.

“Not taking me down that easy! Go Primeape!” Vera called.

The pokegirl was almost identical to Marshall’s. There was rarely much variety between one pokegirl and another of the same species beyond some minor personality quirks. She was a tall and brawny woman with wild white hair and a scrappy gi as if she had been training in the rough wilderness.

“Oh you have one too. Too bad I know all her tricks!” Marshall countered. “Vespi? Get airborne and give her a Pin Missile!”

“Let them eat needles!” the buzzing queen chortled as she sprayed a burst of needles down at the opposing Primeape. She threw up her arms, the spines rapidly deflecting or breaking on contact with her but doing minor damage.

“Then you must know about this one. Use Force Sphere!”

“Now you’ll know true power!” Primeape grunted as she thrust her fist forward. A glowing orb of energy shot out of it like a missile as Vespiqueen barely dodged around it. It still exploded behind her, sending her tumbling down towards the ground.

“How undignified!” the waspy woman yelped, but Primeape leapt up and caught her by the collar of her dress.

“Now Seismic Toss her!” Vera ordered.

“Vespiqueen! Fly while you can!”

The brawny pokegirl leapt high into the air, bringing Vespiqueen up with her. She whirled her around in her grasp, going for a piledriver when she started to float in midair. The scowling beast of a pokegirl frowned in confusion before she realized that even upside down, the regal pokegirl was beating her wings rapidly to stay hovering in midair.

“Nice save!” Marshall praised. “Now Poison Stinger!”

“Awfully unladylike,” Vespiqueen noted as she spread her legs. A sharp stinger appeared from beneath her skirts as her stockinged legs parted, jabbing it into Primeape’s cleavage. The Fighting type winced but shoved Vespiqueen’s hips and stringer away.

“Primeape! Karate Chop!”

“Going down!” Primeape grunted, slamming her sharp but simple chop right into Vespiqueen’s slit. She squeaked sharply as her wings cut off, sending her flying right into the ground below. The queenly pokegirl was a mess as her eyes rolled and her dress was flipped up over her ass.

“Un… undignified,” she mumbled as Marshall frowned.

“You held out as long as you could. Good work.”

Marshall recalled her into her pokeball when he got a ping on his Pokepad. He gave it a puzzled look as he picked it up and saw a blinking alert. He tapped around to follow its prompt, finding his roster of pokegirls (or at least their cute little icons) and a red circle blinking around his Primeape.

“Uh… what’s that?” he asked. He looked to his teammates, but Ann and Fran shrugged. He glanced at Vera who shrugged back.

“New gym leader, remember?” she admitted. Marshall sighed and raised his Pokepad to his face.

“Dexi? What’s this alert?”

“As pokegirls raise in affection and sync with their trainers, they will become more vocal and friendly. They may even send requests to their trainers while within their pokeball, asking for favors or offering advice as opportune times.”

Marshall considered the alert for a moment before he caught on. He had been keeping a lead as it was…

“Okay. I trust you,” Marshall said with a smirk. “If it’s Primeape on Primeape you want, let’s do it! Let’s see who’s the real prime Primeape here!”

Marshall’s pokegirl sprang out of the ball on her own, flexing her brawny arms proudly. “Right! I can’t thank you enough! I won’t let you down, sensei!” his Primeape boasted. She locked eyes with the other Primeape who seemed to similarly pump herself up on the sight of another of the territorial, temperamental pokegirls.

Which Primeape will come out on top!? Will Marshall continue his hot streak against the bumbling, brawny gym leader? With the battle only halfway over, you’ll have to check back next time on Pokegirl Adventures (just so this episode isn’t gigantic).