Patron Reward: Pokemon Trainer Channeler vs Hex Girl (Patreon)

A unique matchup for this pokemon catfight! Two trainers meet and send their shortstack pokemon to battle each other before deciding to settle it woman to woman.

Chrissy had been on her pokemon journey long enough to earn a reputation. The young lady tended to stare with her wide eyes and eerie smile, her messy dark hair almost blending in with her long, dark purple dress. Her interest in Ghost-type pokemon hadn’t done anything to improve her creepy demeanor, earning her the nickname Hex Girl.

She was walking down one of the usual routes that trainers took as the sun was setting. Her favored Ghost pokemon tended to appear by night so it was her preferred time to travel and catch some more for her team. She didn’t see many people at this time of day, since most normal trainers were setting up camp or resting at a pokemon center.

Julia, however, was not a normal pokemon trainer. She came down the road heading in the opposite direction, so it was inevitable that they met each other’s gaze. Julia had long, dark green hair, a channeler in training. Her work at her family’s temple had given her a minor sixth sense that let her track down Ghost pokemon more easily. She still wore the garb of a spiritual medium, dressed like a Shinto priestess with her red and white robes along with her staff marked with banishing paper talismans.

“A channeler, huh?” Chrissy mused, grinning at the passing trainer. She produced a pokeball from one of her bags. “You must fancy yourself quite the Ghost specialist.”

“Only the best,” Julia replied confidently. She gave a flourish of her hand as a pokeball rolled out from her loose sleeves and into her hand. “And if you doubt me, you’re free to find out for yourself.”

“Of course! How’s a little one-on-one sound to bust your puny ghosts?” the Hex Maniac giggled shrilly.

“You’re on! Froslass! Go!”

“Get ‘em, Mismagius!”

With a flash and a pop, they threw their pokeballs that erupted into their pokemon. Frosslass’ pale body resembled robes the color of ice and bone, with softer purple flesh visible beneath its skull-like face. Its small body was thicker than most of its kind, showing visible curves of its breasts and hips beneath its clothing. Mismagius had a passing resemblance to its opponent, though all purple and black. Its hovering body had robes over its curvy figure, topped off with a witch’s hat.

“Froslass! Hit her with an Icy Wind!”

“Shadow Ball, Mismagius!”

Their orders barked out, the pokemon charged up and launched their attacks. A barrage of ice shards launched at Mismagius, but a ball of dark energy flew out and collided with the miniature blizzard. Both erupted on contact, kicking up a dust cloud along with a thin peppering of ice chips and shadowy energy.

Both female pokemon dove through the dust cloud, trying to catch the upper hand in the chaos. They sent broad slaps at each other, smacking into each other’s cheeks at the same time. Some unseen force kept their hat and hood stuck to their heads, but their heads still snapped away from the sharp blows. They lashed out to grab onto anything they could, catching each other by the hair (or their equivalent, given how pokemon anatomy worked). They went rolling around on the ground, dragging their levitating forms to the ground and tumbling across the grass.

“Hang onto her, Mismagius! Don’t let her use her powers on you!” Chrissy ordered.

The distinctly female pokemon rolled over and under each other until Froslass grabbed her opponent between her stubby legs. She latched her nails to Mismagius with a crotch claw before releasing a stinging cold from her palm. The purple pokegirl squealed and floated back away from her, clutching her frostbitten pussy.

“Fro-lalala~!” Froslass snickered at the frantic Ghost-type. Mismagius rubbed some warmth back into her crotch before her trainer intervened.

“If she wants to play dirty,” Chrissy declared. “Use Nightshade!”

“Magiiii…”

Mismagius’ eyes glowed red as she glared at Froslass, a shadowy aura emanating off of her body. Some shadowy tentacles burst out of the ground, wrapping around Froslass’ waist before driving up between her legs. The icy pokemon squealed and tried to shove her skirted garment down around it, but the firm tendrils were already probing around inside her.

“What!? Don’t let her do that, Frosslass! Teleport!” Julia ordered.

The blushing pokemon snapped out of it long enough to warp back next to Mismagius and tackle her to the ground. The shadows dissipated as the two briefly tumbled across the grass. Froslass finally wound up on top and quickly turned to plant her ass down on Mismagius’ face, burying her between her cheeks. The purple pokemon squealed and thrashed beneath her, slapping her wispy strands of hands against her opponent’s ass.

“May as well give up now, you creepy little witch,” the channeler gloated. “My pokemon’s got yours beat.”

“FraAAAH!!”

Froslass suddenly squealed and arched her back as Mismagius noisily chomped down on her pussy. The ice pokemon shot into the air above her, just for Mismagius to tackle her back down. She pinned Froslass on her belly, just to straddle her back and start to pelt her ass with punishing spanks from her lash-like limbs.

“Misma~!” Mismagius hissed confidently as she extracted her payback. Her face soured from the taste of the opposing pokemon’s ass, fueling her vengeful spanking.

Froslass caught a hanging bit of hair and pulled on Mismagius, tossing her back off as the two went on cattily struggling with one another. They shoved and slapped despite their sub-par Attack stats, clearly making more personal than their usual elemental energy attacks would allow.

Mismagius lashed her arms around Froslass’ neck, shaking and choking her while the icy pokemon slapped her foe’s face around. Their trainers shouted and egged them on from either side as the catfighting pokegirls went at it with their dirty and rather unimpressive battle.

“Go for the hair, Mismagius! Pull her tits off!” Chrissy cheered angrily.

“Hit her in the pussy again, Froslass! Show her she’s your bitch just like her ugly trainer!” Julie encouraged.

“What’d you call me?!” the hex maniac snapped.

The pokemon were left to their own frantically fighting devices as they Double Slapped and Scratched one another. Their hands finally focused enough to latch onto the other pokegirl’s breasts, laying side by side as they mashed their hips together. Their pussies peeked out from beneath their natural attire, locking together in the vicious embrace.

“Magiiiussss…”

“Froslasss…”

The pokemon hissed as they squeezed each other’s racks tightly, making their busts swell up between their fingers. The pokemon winced and squealed as they tormented their opponent’s tits, scratching and pinching as best they could without easing up on their grasp. Their bickering trainers were no help as they squeezed until their eyes watered and milk trickled from their breasts like they were dams ready to burst.

The two finally broke off, their chests marked with vicious scratches and abrasions from the tit clawing. Aching and tired, they both summoned up another orb of energy (bright white for Froslass and purple-black for Mismagius). They both fired at once and resulting in a deafening explosion, kicking up dirt and interrupting the arguing trainers. When the smoke cleared, Froslass was knocked out cold from the resulting clash… as was Mismagius.

“A tie!? Come on!” Chrissy demanded. “How does that even happen!?”

“They weren’t even burnt or poisoned!” Julia momentarily agreed.

“Exactly! You must have cheated!” the hex maniac accused.

“What!? You must have put some kind of bullshit curse on my Froslass because you knew you were going to lose.”

“That’s it! I don’t need a pokemon to beat your ass!” The dark-haired girl stormed across the halted battlefield to smack Julia across the face. Her head and long hair snapped as her hat tumbled off her head, but it didn’t keep her from slapping Chrissy across her tits. The busty goth’s breasts were still bouncing as she tackled Julia, sending them both crashing to the ground. They shoved and pulled at the other’s hair and clothes until their loose garments were quickly being torn open. They were soon left in nothing but their bra and panties, save for a few scraps of their dresses.

In a mirror of their earlier feuding pokemon, their hands went right for their opponent’s exposed tits. Their nails dug into the pale flesh on either occultist’s chest, making them squeal and wince from the intimate pain. They twisted and pulled at the handfuls of flesh before Julia headbutted her rival in the face, forcing them to break off.

The channeler was a bit dazed from the move herself, but she lacked the surprise of the startled maniac. She grabbed Chrissy by the hair and stood over her, dragging the shrieking trainer a couple feet before stomping onto her chest. Her big breasts bounced right out of her top after a few slams of her foot.

“So that’s where you keep all that moomoo milk, you cow,” Julia hissed bitterly. She stomped her foot on one tit again and pulled up on her hair, adding leverage to the crushing heel. Chrissy shrieked and writhed before she slammed a fist straight up from beneath her opponent, punching Julia squarely in the pussy. The exorcist howled and both hands went right to her snatch.

“How’s that for a nasty plot?” the hex maniac taunted as she pulled the legs out from under her foe. Julia landed flat on her breasts while Chrissy handled her legs, spreading them out and stomping repeatedly into the channeler’s crotch. She screamed out as her voice vibrated from being treated like a sadist’s gas pedal. Neither girl was used to fighting their own battles, so they were already sore and working up a sweat.

Julia whirled around, leaning to one side so she could smack a kick across Chrissy’s face. It didn’t hit especially hard, but it got her to let go of her legs and cut off her attack on her crotch. The hex maniac rubbed her face as the channeler pulled back her leg for a heavier kick, spotting the incoming blow in time to ready her own. Both girls shot out their legs in a straight kick for the other’s face, their bare thighs crossing and smacking into each other at the same time. The resounding smacking noise sounded off that they had both connected at once, eyes rolling back in their heads as they crumbled to the ground.

Just like their pokemon, they had knocked each other out simultaneously. They just had the added humiliation of having their legs intertwined and their clothes half torn off, splayed out on the side of the road for passerby to giggle at the rivals left posing like lovers.