Story Notes:
This story series is about an unusual form of Pokemon breeding. It focuses mostly on humanoid Pokemon (such as Lucario), so keep that in mind if your tastes are different. In any case, most of the series is about NC sex between Pokemon (but not rape - you'll understand if you read it), so now you know what to expect.
Chapter 1 - Welcome to the Black League
Roland Freewind was more or less your average, level-headed guy. There was nothing very special about his features - medium length brown hair, blue eyes, and a modest build. Just like his body, his interests were also modest. Girls, cars and Pokemon were what he spent most of his time thinking about, the former two more than the latter one. Despite all this though, Roland still saw himself as a little different to the usual guy, and he always secretly sought to be different enough that people would see him as more than just a face in the crowd.
He was never really one for the fame of being a Pokemon battling champion. For decades now, growing up to become a "Pokemon Master" or "Pokemon Coordinator" was all the little boys and girls dreamed about, and as such the thought was quite a turn-off to him. Never one to run with the crowd, Roland sought to take his goals in a different direction, something that would make him stand out against all the would-be champions of tomorrow.
However, no such avenue had presented itself, and so Roland spent his days alternating between studying boring subjects in his local college, fiddling with his beat-up old car, and training his only Pokemon, a Lucario named Demi. He had found Demi quite by chance - an injured Riolu that had fallen down a steep ravine in the woodlands behind his town and hurt its leg. At first, Roland had gone looking for its family, but not surprisingly could find no trace of any Lucario anywhere, so he took it upon himself to nurse the injured Pokemon back to health and had intended to release it back into the wild. What he hadn't known was that Demi was classified as a "runt" by Riolu standards - Demi was a few inches shorter than his siblings. While to humans this means practically nothing, for a Riolu to be born "short" was considered a sign of weakness and ugliness, and Demi had been exiled from his pack almost immediately after birth.
In time, Roland and the Riolu grew close, and eventually Roland decided that since the Riolu had decided to stay with him, he would quit being lazy and take care of it properly. He got his trainer's license, signed all the necessary papers, and then caught the Riolu as his "starter" Pokemon. As he was registering Riolu, the Professor running the local Pokemon Lab mentioned offhand that his Riolu was a little short for a Riolu - and then told Roland about the fate of a runt. Roland was a little short himself, being only 5'8" at the age of 17, so he sympathized with the poor Riolu. Thus, Riolu was named "Demi" - because while the name was suggestive of something small, it was in this case actually short for Demi-God, which is of course a reference to a great and powerful entity.
Roland and Demi spent several years together, training and challenging the occasional trainer to a battle. Most found the idea of a runt Riolu amusing... until it beat their Pokemon into unconsciousness. After a while of this, their work finally paid off and Demi evolved into a fully-fledged Lucario, much to Roland's delight. Though he still remained a tiny bit shorter than most Lucario, Demi was every bit as powerful as them, and made up for his lack of height with a steely determination to win. Many of Demi's battles were won through sheer guts and strength of will, even against alarming odds.
Still, Roland found himself longing for the kind of challenge that would sweep him away from his dead-end college degree and banged-up car and thrust him into a daring adventure with Demi. Most trainers found inspiration in the actions of past Pokemon League heroes, but neither Demi nor Roland found battling to be hugely inspirational, nor was traveling and sleeping in a tent very appealing. Furthermore, Roland did not like seeing his Pokemon get hurt a lot, and Demi preferred to train on his own than hurt aothers, so they tended to avoid battles where possible. All in all, Roland found himself wondering if he would ever have a reason to leave his dead-end town for something bigger.
Soon, yet another important issue came to light. By the time Roland reached 20 years of age, Demi began to exhibit signs of sexual maturity. Roland noticed Demi eyeing certain female Pokemon as they hung out with their trainers, spending more time in his private quarters, and occasionally he would notice his Pokemon twitching and moaning slightly in its sleep. Understanding how it all felt, he began to think of ways of getting Demi a mate. Just like humans, Pokemon begin seeking the company of the opposite gender (and in very rare cases the same gender) after a while, and it was important to Roland to encourage and support his Pokemon, regardless of the nature of the issue. Roland himself did not have a girlfriend, but he had had a few in the past, and if his experiences were anything like how it was for Pokemon, Roland felt it would be worth it for Demi to get to experience that too.
If only he could figure out how. Lucario weren't exactly common, and the ones that they had seen were owned by trainers who soon left town. Most of their Lucario were male, anyway, and Demi had absolutely no sexual interest in males of any species, that much was clear to Roland.
As it turned out, both the issue of finding Roland a quest and finding Demi a mate were solved at the same time, by a total coincidence. One day, a group of trainers arrived in Roland's town, challenging a series of local trainers in an odd way. The challenges themselves were fairly commonplace to Roland, as his town was on a crossroads between several large cities, all of which contained gyms. What WAS unusual though, was that the trainers who were challenged always went somewhere private to battle, and nobody who was challenged ever could be convinced to speak of the battle afterwards.
Eventually, curiosity won out over Roland, and he decided to approach the group and ask about their odd behavior. The group's apparent leader was a female, clothed in a large black cape which hid most of her features from the neck down. Rowan guessed she was about 19 though, judging by her height and the shape of her face. Aware that the rest of the group members, who were also wearing odd cloaks, were watching him, Rowan awkwardly approached the girl. Demi followed close behind, shooting defensive glances at the trainers as they snickered and whispered at his and Roland's approach.
"Uh, hi." Roland said, trying to sound casual and disinterested. The girl grinned, lifting her hazel eyes to meet with his and offering him a mocking smile from beneath her blonde curls. "Oh, PLEASE tell me you don't think your little runt there is going to challenge us!" She said in a voice that Roland considered a bit too loud for the situation. He winced, and Demi bristled with quiet indignation.
"Loud much? I just wanted to ask some questions about the trainers you have been challenging." He held her gaze steady, even as she glared at him and the others continued to make low conversation while gesturing towards him and Demi. "For your information," she stated, "What my group and I do is none of your business, and unless you and your pathetic little beast intend on making a challenge yourself, why don't you just hurry up and run away with your tail between your legs?"
Roland sighed. Obviously, this loud-mouthed girl was in need of a lesson, and though he doubted he and Demi would be the ones to teach it, he was very curious about this mysterious group and why they were being so hush-hush about something as simple as a battle. He glanced at Demi, who returned his gaze with steely determination. He nodded, and looked back to the girl. "Fine then, I'll take you up on your challenge." To his disappointment, this caused the small group to break into laughter, including the girl. "You don't even know what you are challenging me to, and yet you're so willing to leap head-first into it?" she sneered, causing his cool exterior to crack just a little as his annoyance rose. "Well," he responded, "Perhaps you can tell me already, so we can get this over with? I kind of have better things to do that pander to a noisy brat all day..."
Her smile faded, and he could see that he'd gotten under her skin. "Alright, boy." snapped cape-girl, leaning in to glare at him, "You've got yourself a challenge. Assuming that you're over 18, that is." Roland was somewhat taken aback.
"Wait, what exactly does my age have to do with anything?" He asked, suspicion beginning to rise in the back of his mind. "What's this, backing out already?" she teased, causing another small ripple of laughter to emit from the surrounding group, "You're probably only 15 anyway..."
As she began to turn away from him dismissively, he reached out and grabbed her shoulder. "I happen to be 20, thank you very much, and that's probably much older than you are." he snapped, his blue eyes flashing angrily, "So if you'll kindly stop giving me a hard time, we can just get this battle over with and you can go back to doing whatever stupid shit you came here to do."
Her response, to his frustration, was a coy smile. "Oh you still think this is just a battle? Well come with me then, and I'll teach you your place." With that, she whirled on her heel and strode away, leaving him to hastily catch up.
They marched in silence for a few minutes, heading out into the woodlands behind the town. He recognized the path they were following though, being a local, and soon he came to find himself staring at an old abandoned shack which recognized as a place he'd discovered and then forgotten about as a young boy. The area was posted with angry-looking "Keep Out" and "No Trespassing" signs, which had been enough to convince him to keep away from the place way back then. Demi stopped behind him, and peered around curiously. "Ok so we're at an old shack. Can you tell me what this is about now?" Roland said, more exasperated than annoyed. The girl merely smiled and held open the door, the voluminous cloak still shadowing whatever she wore underneath. "Come inside, and then I'll explain the rules." was all she said before disappearing into the darkness. Sharing a glance with Demi, Roland marched in, pulling the old creaky door shut behind him.
Inside the shack was pretty much as he'd been expecting. Decrepit old curtains were falling off of their rods, the bedroom and the kitchen were part of the same room, separated only be a few feet of moldy carpet, and a thin layer of dust coated pretty much everything, from the rotten floorboards to the very noisy spring bed which the girl had seated herself upon. "Ok, so NOW can you tell me what this is about?" Roland asked again, trying not to breathe too deeply so as to avoid a lungful of dust. She shrugged, and lifted back the sides of her cape to reveal the outfit beneath. Roland suppressed a gasp and tried to ignore the sudden tightness in his jeans as he saw her outfit. She wore essentially what looked to be an incredibly skin-tight black suit with a few red lines as designs on it, and nothing under that. The suit was the equivalent of a turtleneck t-shirt and biking shorts, only it was stretched so thinly across her body that he could see every contour of her quite decent figure, including her nipples and a rather obvious cameltoe at the crotch of her shorts. She was by no means super-attractive, but the combination of the outfit and the personality of the girl in it were already more than hot enough. He swallowed. "W-what is this?" he stammered and looked away, his face growing red. The girl laughed brightly, her eyes unashamedly traveling to the growing bulge in his jeans. "This is the official Black League outift, and you have just challenged me to a League-rules breeding match." she said simply, crossing her legs comfortably.
"A w-what?" Roland asked, eyes widening as he stared at her face, trying hard to avoid the tantalizing curves he could see just below that, on the periphery of his vision. She grinned a malicious grin, standing and then striding over to him as she lifted off her cloak. "The Black League is an underground organization that sanctions and moderates what are known as breeding matches," she recited, her arm stretching out past his ear to hang her cloak on a nearby broken hat-stand, in the process giving him a very close-up view of her breasts. "There are rules and regulations that govern how these battles are to be undertaken, as well as several security measures to ensure that the organization can continue to run without fear of being closed down by the authorities."
Roland attempted to regain his composure, as she strode over to a wooden chair and sat backwards on it, facing him. "B-but what does that have to do with that.... outfit?" he managed, trying hard to hold her gaze. She remained silent for a moment, taking the time to pull a clip out of her short blond hair, allowing the curls to come to rest more naturally around her face. "There," she said finally, "That's much better. If you must know, the outfits have several uses, one of them being security for the organization. All trainers participating are required to wear these very revealing uniforms, so that it's obvious you're not hiding a weapon or contraband substance. You get used to it after a while, trust me. Besides, there are other uses for these uniforms, but that's a story for later..." She then winked, the mischievous (and annoying) sparkle that he had seen in her eyes earlier returning. "But that doesn't matter. You came here to challenge me with your little Lucario, did you not? Or would you rather just oogle my body some more?"
Roland flushed, straightening his back and pushing aside the nagging thought that he probably would prefer to "oogle" her more than battle. Demi remained just behind Roland and to the left, trying to understand exactly what was going on here that wasn't being said. He had noticed his trainer's erection already, and from his own experiences knew what it meant, but this female was annoying and loud. Surely he wasn't choosing HER to mate with? Roland stepped forward, an annoyed expression on his face. "Hey, you're the one wearing practically nothing at all here, not me! I'd be more than happy to do this, but if it's breeding, then it's up to Demi here, not me." Demi perked up, hearing his name. The girl laughed. "Oh, like you mind the outfit I'm wearing! As for your little runt, that's covered in the sanctioned rules too. See, according to the rules, we can only battle if our Pokemon actually are willing to breed with each other. We don't force them to have sex, if that's what you're thinking.. As for that issue, I think I have that covered." She reached in behind her back, where four miniaturized pokeballs were clipped to a thin back belt she was wearing. Selecting one of them, she tossed it casually out, and it opened with a flash.
Demi blinked. Standing just a few feet in front of him was a very attractive female Lucario. Naturally, she was taller than him, but her deep green eyes sparkled with pride and intelligence, and her firm curves set his heart racing. She also had the most heavenly scent he'd ever smelled, like crushed flowers mingled with the sweet, sweet scent of a female in heat. It took all of his mental control not to allow his fully hardened member to come free of its sheath - though she was in heat, he knew he'd have to earn the right to mate with her, and by the sounds of things that would mean a battle. He steeled himself. A fight was coming, this was no time for sexual thoughts. The female, though, seemed to have other ideas, her eyes running up and down his body in a way that almost seemed like she was sizing him up for that exact purpose - mating. Of course, she was doing just that. She had been well trained in the ways of breeding battles, and for her this was a decision of whether to mate or not. After a moment, she turned to her trainer and gave a small nod, and the trainer smiled. "Allora here has decided to accept your runt as a mate for this battle. Bear in mind though that she's already mated with all kinds of Pokemon, so it means merely that her standards are low enough to accept one such as him." Roland looked baffled, but he could see from the antsy appearance of his own Lucario that Demi's choice was rather obvious, even if he hadn't realized he'd made a choice yet. "Alright.. uh... what's your name again?" he said, realizing suddenly that he hadn't even asked her name. "Sara." came the curt reply, and he nodded. "Alright Sara, Demi and I are ready for this challenge. Tell me the rules."
Sara stood and stretched, providing Roland with yet another eyeful of her petite body. Finally, she leaned up against a rotting wall, the dust apparently being repelled by her outfit as though by some unseen force. "Well, the first rule is utmost secrecy. You may only mention these battles to a member of the BLC - that's Black League Championship in case you are wondering - in secret. We have ways of monitoring your actions, and believe me, if you are discovered revealing even the smallest details then hell will find its way to your doorstep. Furthermore, these battles are against the law. You'll be going into this knowing full well that you're breaking the law, and everything you do from that point on will be recorded. If you ever try anything funny, the BLC will release all recorded footage of you to the public. If the shame doesn't kill you, the outraged Pokemon purists will. Is this clear to you?" Roland nodded apprehensively. He wasn't sure that he really wanted to get involved with this Black League thing, but one glance at his partner hardened his resolve. Demi needed this, and he would do almost anything for his friend and partner. "It's clear." Roland said, finding his voice, "Nobody will ever know the details about our battle."
"Good." Sara smiled, her condescending grin causing the same feeling of annoyance to him now as it had before. "Then let's head to the arena, and I'll explain the rest." Before Roland could ask what she meant, she flashed a card against what had appeared to be a knothole in the wooden wall. The next thing he knew, the wall itself was sliding apart, and behind it a sleek, high-tech corridor lit barely by fluorescent blue lights snaked its way down into darkness. He gaped, and she took that time to lift her cloak back around herself and then push him lightly towards the hallway, Demi and Allora followed close behind as she ushered him into the hallway, Demi feeling light-headed at being so close that he could almost touch her. Once they were safely inside, the wall/door closed behind them with a soft click, and they began their gradual descent into the depths of the passage.Chapter End Notes:This is my first story about this type of thing, so any feedback people could give me would be appreciated. I hope to perhaps become somewhat better known for my series, if nothing else
He was never really one for the fame of being a Pokemon battling champion. For decades now, growing up to become a "Pokemon Master" or "Pokemon Coordinator" was all the little boys and girls dreamed about, and as such the thought was quite a turn-off to him. Never one to run with the crowd, Roland sought to take his goals in a different direction, something that would make him stand out against all the would-be champions of tomorrow.
However, no such avenue had presented itself, and so Roland spent his days alternating between studying boring subjects in his local college, fiddling with his beat-up old car, and training his only Pokemon, a Lucario named Demi. He had found Demi quite by chance - an injured Riolu that had fallen down a steep ravine in the woodlands behind his town and hurt its leg. At first, Roland had gone looking for its family, but not surprisingly could find no trace of any Lucario anywhere, so he took it upon himself to nurse the injured Pokemon back to health and had intended to release it back into the wild. What he hadn't known was that Demi was classified as a "runt" by Riolu standards - Demi was a few inches shorter than his siblings. While to humans this means practically nothing, for a Riolu to be born "short" was considered a sign of weakness and ugliness, and Demi had been exiled from his pack almost immediately after birth.
In time, Roland and the Riolu grew close, and eventually Roland decided that since the Riolu had decided to stay with him, he would quit being lazy and take care of it properly. He got his trainer's license, signed all the necessary papers, and then caught the Riolu as his "starter" Pokemon. As he was registering Riolu, the Professor running the local Pokemon Lab mentioned offhand that his Riolu was a little short for a Riolu - and then told Roland about the fate of a runt. Roland was a little short himself, being only 5'8" at the age of 17, so he sympathized with the poor Riolu. Thus, Riolu was named "Demi" - because while the name was suggestive of something small, it was in this case actually short for Demi-God, which is of course a reference to a great and powerful entity.
Roland and Demi spent several years together, training and challenging the occasional trainer to a battle. Most found the idea of a runt Riolu amusing... until it beat their Pokemon into unconsciousness. After a while of this, their work finally paid off and Demi evolved into a fully-fledged Lucario, much to Roland's delight. Though he still remained a tiny bit shorter than most Lucario, Demi was every bit as powerful as them, and made up for his lack of height with a steely determination to win. Many of Demi's battles were won through sheer guts and strength of will, even against alarming odds.
Still, Roland found himself longing for the kind of challenge that would sweep him away from his dead-end college degree and banged-up car and thrust him into a daring adventure with Demi. Most trainers found inspiration in the actions of past Pokemon League heroes, but neither Demi nor Roland found battling to be hugely inspirational, nor was traveling and sleeping in a tent very appealing. Furthermore, Roland did not like seeing his Pokemon get hurt a lot, and Demi preferred to train on his own than hurt aothers, so they tended to avoid battles where possible. All in all, Roland found himself wondering if he would ever have a reason to leave his dead-end town for something bigger.
Soon, yet another important issue came to light. By the time Roland reached 20 years of age, Demi began to exhibit signs of sexual maturity. Roland noticed Demi eyeing certain female Pokemon as they hung out with their trainers, spending more time in his private quarters, and occasionally he would notice his Pokemon twitching and moaning slightly in its sleep. Understanding how it all felt, he began to think of ways of getting Demi a mate. Just like humans, Pokemon begin seeking the company of the opposite gender (and in very rare cases the same gender) after a while, and it was important to Roland to encourage and support his Pokemon, regardless of the nature of the issue. Roland himself did not have a girlfriend, but he had had a few in the past, and if his experiences were anything like how it was for Pokemon, Roland felt it would be worth it for Demi to get to experience that too.
If only he could figure out how. Lucario weren't exactly common, and the ones that they had seen were owned by trainers who soon left town. Most of their Lucario were male, anyway, and Demi had absolutely no sexual interest in males of any species, that much was clear to Roland.
As it turned out, both the issue of finding Roland a quest and finding Demi a mate were solved at the same time, by a total coincidence. One day, a group of trainers arrived in Roland's town, challenging a series of local trainers in an odd way. The challenges themselves were fairly commonplace to Roland, as his town was on a crossroads between several large cities, all of which contained gyms. What WAS unusual though, was that the trainers who were challenged always went somewhere private to battle, and nobody who was challenged ever could be convinced to speak of the battle afterwards.
Eventually, curiosity won out over Roland, and he decided to approach the group and ask about their odd behavior. The group's apparent leader was a female, clothed in a large black cape which hid most of her features from the neck down. Rowan guessed she was about 19 though, judging by her height and the shape of her face. Aware that the rest of the group members, who were also wearing odd cloaks, were watching him, Rowan awkwardly approached the girl. Demi followed close behind, shooting defensive glances at the trainers as they snickered and whispered at his and Roland's approach.
"Uh, hi." Roland said, trying to sound casual and disinterested. The girl grinned, lifting her hazel eyes to meet with his and offering him a mocking smile from beneath her blonde curls. "Oh, PLEASE tell me you don't think your little runt there is going to challenge us!" She said in a voice that Roland considered a bit too loud for the situation. He winced, and Demi bristled with quiet indignation.
"Loud much? I just wanted to ask some questions about the trainers you have been challenging." He held her gaze steady, even as she glared at him and the others continued to make low conversation while gesturing towards him and Demi. "For your information," she stated, "What my group and I do is none of your business, and unless you and your pathetic little beast intend on making a challenge yourself, why don't you just hurry up and run away with your tail between your legs?"
Roland sighed. Obviously, this loud-mouthed girl was in need of a lesson, and though he doubted he and Demi would be the ones to teach it, he was very curious about this mysterious group and why they were being so hush-hush about something as simple as a battle. He glanced at Demi, who returned his gaze with steely determination. He nodded, and looked back to the girl. "Fine then, I'll take you up on your challenge." To his disappointment, this caused the small group to break into laughter, including the girl. "You don't even know what you are challenging me to, and yet you're so willing to leap head-first into it?" she sneered, causing his cool exterior to crack just a little as his annoyance rose. "Well," he responded, "Perhaps you can tell me already, so we can get this over with? I kind of have better things to do that pander to a noisy brat all day..."
Her smile faded, and he could see that he'd gotten under her skin. "Alright, boy." snapped cape-girl, leaning in to glare at him, "You've got yourself a challenge. Assuming that you're over 18, that is." Roland was somewhat taken aback.
"Wait, what exactly does my age have to do with anything?" He asked, suspicion beginning to rise in the back of his mind. "What's this, backing out already?" she teased, causing another small ripple of laughter to emit from the surrounding group, "You're probably only 15 anyway..."
As she began to turn away from him dismissively, he reached out and grabbed her shoulder. "I happen to be 20, thank you very much, and that's probably much older than you are." he snapped, his blue eyes flashing angrily, "So if you'll kindly stop giving me a hard time, we can just get this battle over with and you can go back to doing whatever stupid shit you came here to do."
Her response, to his frustration, was a coy smile. "Oh you still think this is just a battle? Well come with me then, and I'll teach you your place." With that, she whirled on her heel and strode away, leaving him to hastily catch up.
They marched in silence for a few minutes, heading out into the woodlands behind the town. He recognized the path they were following though, being a local, and soon he came to find himself staring at an old abandoned shack which recognized as a place he'd discovered and then forgotten about as a young boy. The area was posted with angry-looking "Keep Out" and "No Trespassing" signs, which had been enough to convince him to keep away from the place way back then. Demi stopped behind him, and peered around curiously. "Ok so we're at an old shack. Can you tell me what this is about now?" Roland said, more exasperated than annoyed. The girl merely smiled and held open the door, the voluminous cloak still shadowing whatever she wore underneath. "Come inside, and then I'll explain the rules." was all she said before disappearing into the darkness. Sharing a glance with Demi, Roland marched in, pulling the old creaky door shut behind him.
Inside the shack was pretty much as he'd been expecting. Decrepit old curtains were falling off of their rods, the bedroom and the kitchen were part of the same room, separated only be a few feet of moldy carpet, and a thin layer of dust coated pretty much everything, from the rotten floorboards to the very noisy spring bed which the girl had seated herself upon. "Ok, so NOW can you tell me what this is about?" Roland asked again, trying not to breathe too deeply so as to avoid a lungful of dust. She shrugged, and lifted back the sides of her cape to reveal the outfit beneath. Roland suppressed a gasp and tried to ignore the sudden tightness in his jeans as he saw her outfit. She wore essentially what looked to be an incredibly skin-tight black suit with a few red lines as designs on it, and nothing under that. The suit was the equivalent of a turtleneck t-shirt and biking shorts, only it was stretched so thinly across her body that he could see every contour of her quite decent figure, including her nipples and a rather obvious cameltoe at the crotch of her shorts. She was by no means super-attractive, but the combination of the outfit and the personality of the girl in it were already more than hot enough. He swallowed. "W-what is this?" he stammered and looked away, his face growing red. The girl laughed brightly, her eyes unashamedly traveling to the growing bulge in his jeans. "This is the official Black League outift, and you have just challenged me to a League-rules breeding match." she said simply, crossing her legs comfortably.
"A w-what?" Roland asked, eyes widening as he stared at her face, trying hard to avoid the tantalizing curves he could see just below that, on the periphery of his vision. She grinned a malicious grin, standing and then striding over to him as she lifted off her cloak. "The Black League is an underground organization that sanctions and moderates what are known as breeding matches," she recited, her arm stretching out past his ear to hang her cloak on a nearby broken hat-stand, in the process giving him a very close-up view of her breasts. "There are rules and regulations that govern how these battles are to be undertaken, as well as several security measures to ensure that the organization can continue to run without fear of being closed down by the authorities."
Roland attempted to regain his composure, as she strode over to a wooden chair and sat backwards on it, facing him. "B-but what does that have to do with that.... outfit?" he managed, trying hard to hold her gaze. She remained silent for a moment, taking the time to pull a clip out of her short blond hair, allowing the curls to come to rest more naturally around her face. "There," she said finally, "That's much better. If you must know, the outfits have several uses, one of them being security for the organization. All trainers participating are required to wear these very revealing uniforms, so that it's obvious you're not hiding a weapon or contraband substance. You get used to it after a while, trust me. Besides, there are other uses for these uniforms, but that's a story for later..." She then winked, the mischievous (and annoying) sparkle that he had seen in her eyes earlier returning. "But that doesn't matter. You came here to challenge me with your little Lucario, did you not? Or would you rather just oogle my body some more?"
Roland flushed, straightening his back and pushing aside the nagging thought that he probably would prefer to "oogle" her more than battle. Demi remained just behind Roland and to the left, trying to understand exactly what was going on here that wasn't being said. He had noticed his trainer's erection already, and from his own experiences knew what it meant, but this female was annoying and loud. Surely he wasn't choosing HER to mate with? Roland stepped forward, an annoyed expression on his face. "Hey, you're the one wearing practically nothing at all here, not me! I'd be more than happy to do this, but if it's breeding, then it's up to Demi here, not me." Demi perked up, hearing his name. The girl laughed. "Oh, like you mind the outfit I'm wearing! As for your little runt, that's covered in the sanctioned rules too. See, according to the rules, we can only battle if our Pokemon actually are willing to breed with each other. We don't force them to have sex, if that's what you're thinking.. As for that issue, I think I have that covered." She reached in behind her back, where four miniaturized pokeballs were clipped to a thin back belt she was wearing. Selecting one of them, she tossed it casually out, and it opened with a flash.
Demi blinked. Standing just a few feet in front of him was a very attractive female Lucario. Naturally, she was taller than him, but her deep green eyes sparkled with pride and intelligence, and her firm curves set his heart racing. She also had the most heavenly scent he'd ever smelled, like crushed flowers mingled with the sweet, sweet scent of a female in heat. It took all of his mental control not to allow his fully hardened member to come free of its sheath - though she was in heat, he knew he'd have to earn the right to mate with her, and by the sounds of things that would mean a battle. He steeled himself. A fight was coming, this was no time for sexual thoughts. The female, though, seemed to have other ideas, her eyes running up and down his body in a way that almost seemed like she was sizing him up for that exact purpose - mating. Of course, she was doing just that. She had been well trained in the ways of breeding battles, and for her this was a decision of whether to mate or not. After a moment, she turned to her trainer and gave a small nod, and the trainer smiled. "Allora here has decided to accept your runt as a mate for this battle. Bear in mind though that she's already mated with all kinds of Pokemon, so it means merely that her standards are low enough to accept one such as him." Roland looked baffled, but he could see from the antsy appearance of his own Lucario that Demi's choice was rather obvious, even if he hadn't realized he'd made a choice yet. "Alright.. uh... what's your name again?" he said, realizing suddenly that he hadn't even asked her name. "Sara." came the curt reply, and he nodded. "Alright Sara, Demi and I are ready for this challenge. Tell me the rules."
Sara stood and stretched, providing Roland with yet another eyeful of her petite body. Finally, she leaned up against a rotting wall, the dust apparently being repelled by her outfit as though by some unseen force. "Well, the first rule is utmost secrecy. You may only mention these battles to a member of the BLC - that's Black League Championship in case you are wondering - in secret. We have ways of monitoring your actions, and believe me, if you are discovered revealing even the smallest details then hell will find its way to your doorstep. Furthermore, these battles are against the law. You'll be going into this knowing full well that you're breaking the law, and everything you do from that point on will be recorded. If you ever try anything funny, the BLC will release all recorded footage of you to the public. If the shame doesn't kill you, the outraged Pokemon purists will. Is this clear to you?" Roland nodded apprehensively. He wasn't sure that he really wanted to get involved with this Black League thing, but one glance at his partner hardened his resolve. Demi needed this, and he would do almost anything for his friend and partner. "It's clear." Roland said, finding his voice, "Nobody will ever know the details about our battle."
"Good." Sara smiled, her condescending grin causing the same feeling of annoyance to him now as it had before. "Then let's head to the arena, and I'll explain the rest." Before Roland could ask what she meant, she flashed a card against what had appeared to be a knothole in the wooden wall. The next thing he knew, the wall itself was sliding apart, and behind it a sleek, high-tech corridor lit barely by fluorescent blue lights snaked its way down into darkness. He gaped, and she took that time to lift her cloak back around herself and then push him lightly towards the hallway, Demi and Allora followed close behind as she ushered him into the hallway, Demi feeling light-headed at being so close that he could almost touch her. Once they were safely inside, the wall/door closed behind them with a soft click, and they began their gradual descent into the depths of the passage.Chapter End Notes:This is my first story about this type of thing, so any feedback people could give me would be appreciated. I hope to perhaps become somewhat better known for my series, if nothing else