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 2 - Into the darkness
Roland followed Sara into the darkness, the clicking of her boots on the metal flooring and the soft tread of his sneakers being the only sound either of them made as they progressed. He felt all jittery, like a kid going to the movies and sneaking into the adult section. He also wasn't sure what to expect, since he was apparently being taken to a top-secret organization to compete in a battle that he didn't even know the rules of yet. He glanced at Demi. The Lucario was pretty oblivious to his surroundings, his infatuation over the female Lucario to his left quite obvious. "Oh well," thought Roland, "I suppose this is what happens when you haven't gotten laid in a long time..." His thoughts were interrupted as they rounded a corner and came face to face with a huge steel door. The door itself looked like it was designed to go on a bank vault, with enormous bars and heavy rivets all over its surface. Catching his inquisitive glance, Sara nodded to the door. "As I told you, top secret. If by any chance this place DOES get raided, it would take the authorities a long time to get inside, and by then we'd all be gone. Anyway..." She reached up and pressed a small red button in the wall, and shortly afterwards one of the panels in the door slid back, and they were greeted by a pair of eyes peering through it. "Authorization." a male voice demanded, and once again Sara flashed her card. There was a short silence, and then the scraping sound of bolts being withdrawn from the door could be heard. "Alright," said the voice, "Come in."
The giant door swung inwards, and Sara stepped through, followed by Roland, Demi and Allora. Behind them the door was immediately pushed shut, and several large bolts were driven hydraulically into place, sealing it closed. Roland gulped, he couldn't help feeling a little uncomfortable with the atmosphere. The fact that the guy guarding the door had two huge Machamp bouncers with him and was dressed like a terrorist didn't help much either, he noted. Pushing those thoughts aside, Roland glanced up and around, taking in their new location. The room they were in was well lit, dome-shaped, and about 20 metres in diameter. Just to the left of the door he had just come through was what appeared to be a reception counter, where a few people were gathered. Built into the far wall of the room was an enormous screen, which currently showed an empty arena, though it looked as though it had been in a lot of use. There were, to his surprise, several people occupying the domed room, some coming and going through the two cylindrical tunnels that stood on either side of the screen. In front of the screen was a series of comfortable-looking red plush seats, but only a few trainers were lazing on them.
Sara strode over to the reception counter and began exchanging words with the woman there. Roland kind of tuned her out, though the general impression was that she was setting up some kind of match for them, and there was apparently a fee that Sara was paying out of her own pocket. He wondered about this, but his attention was mostly drawn to the screen, where the stands he could see surrounding the arena were beginning to fill up with people. A voice suddenly blared out over a PA system in the domed room. "Attention please. Match 3A, Nidoqueen versus Ditto, will commence in 5 minutes. Will the contestants please report to their stands for registration." Roland tuned back in as Sara grabbed his arm and dragged him over to the desk. The woman behind the counter, seemingly in her late thirties, wore a similar uniform to Sara's, though her light-brown hair was tied back in a bun and it looked like her uniform was somewhat thicker - enough so that Roland could not see the shapes of her nipples and her figure was slightly obscured. He was secretly glad for this, since age did not tend to mix well with women's bodies. "So this is the challenging contestant then?" the woman intoned in a voice that suggested many years of practice at this sort of thing. She eyed him disinterestedly, and made a few notes on a digital pad she had placed in front of her, as Sara nodded.
"Wait a minute..." said Roland suddenly, realizing something, "Don't you work as a receptionist at the local library, ma'am?" he asked, confused. The woman look up from her pad and laughed.
"Yes, Roland, I do. I know you, and you'll find you know a lot of the people here. The Black League may be illegal, but not only does it pay well, you'll find that there are a lot of people willing to turn a blind eye to the illegal activity, and even more willing to jump in and give it a try. You see, it's really the gambling that's the real illegal part about it, though some of the other things that happen here may be considered morally questionable." Roland caught her glancing at Sara, and raised an eyebrow. The lady hurried on. "In any case, I know you're over 18, so we can skip the ID check. Head through the tunnel on your right until you come to training room 4. It's not very far, and you guys can have the room for as long as you want, since we're having a slow day today." Roland shifted nervously. "I... uh... still don't know how any of this works," he said uneasily, shifting his gaze from the lady to Sara and back again. She nodded sympathetically. "Don't worry, Sara here is an expert in the ways of breeding battles, and she'll provide you with all the info you need once you get there. Have fun!"
Still baffled, Roland allowed himself to be led away by Sara and down the winding corridor, with Demi and Allora once again following in silence. Demi had begun to snap out of his reverie, and was beginning to pay more attention to his surroundings. He noted that the tunnels themselves curved around in a giant circle, enclosing the arena. On the outer curve of the tunnel, metal doors were placed at even intervals, each with the words "Training Room" on them, followed by a number. They passed a large doorway on the inner side of the tunnel, which Demi guessed led into the arena that the tunnels were circling. After passing their third training room, the passage opened once again into a domed room that was almost exactly the same as the one they had just left. Sara explained, as Roland opened his mouth to ask. "There are four entrances to the arena, each located through a different section of your town. In larger cities, there may be as many as eight or ten separate entrances, where trainers can gather to join in the league battles in that arena you saw." They continued to walk, passing through the domed room into the next tunnel section, and stopping before the door marked "Training Room 4". Sara held up the card he had seen her use twice already.
"This is a Black League membership card. With it, I can gain access to all BLC facilities and matches, check my ranking compared to that of other trainers, and when I purchase a training room it is temporarily encoded to unlock the training room door." She swiped the card through a card slot above the door handle, which was followed an audible click, and a little green light came on to show the door had been unlocked. She pushed it open. "The unlocking capability lasts an hour before the code to the door changes. Because of this, we can hire a training room out and then watch a league match or two before we start - usually. In this case, I don't have time to waste watching a match, so you'll just have to go without one for now. Don't worry though, once we're inside we won't be locked in, even if our code changes. We can spend as long as we want, though I really doubt either you or your runt will last very long." As she finished, she pushed him into the room, and the lights came on automatically. They all filed in, and as the door shut behind them he heard the click of the lock resetting itself. Nobody would be disturbing their match now.
The sting of her insult faded away as Roland took in the room with surprise. It was like a miniature arena, complete with a few metal bleachers to act as spectator stands. The arena itself was a rectangular area about 10 metres long and 5 metres wide, hemmed in on all sides by a study-looking chain-link fence about eight feet high. Two small podiums were placed at either end of the arena, and Roland guessed that this was where the trainers stood. It was odd, because the podiums were outside of the chain link arena, almost as if the trainers were excluded from the battle. Even more surprisingly, on the side of the room closest to him was a bed, next to that a small bathroom containing a shower, toilet and sink, and finally a machine that looked a lot like the rejuvenators found in Pokemon Centers. He turned to Sara questioningly. She hefted her cape off, tossing it onto the bed. "What you see here is a typical private training room," she began, her back to him as she stretched and began to warm up. "The arena can suit a few spectators, though most battle in private these days. Trainers stand on the podiums there, and the bed and bathroom ensemble here is for trainers who pay to stay the night or are playing for ante. The rejuvenator machine's purpose should be obvious, since Pokemon tend to get injured, even in breeder battles."
Demi wandered in, pressing against the chain link fence to test its sturdiness. It responded by yielding a little to his touch, but becoming more and more solid as he pressed harder, almost as if he was pressing against a fabric instead of metal. In any case, it certainly would support his weight, even if he were to be thrown into it. Sara continued, gesturing to Allora to come and sit on the bed. "Before you leap into challenging me for ante too, I suggest you just forget about it. Ante is for trainers who want more than just their Pokemon to breed." She gave Roland a pointed look, and he found himself blushing again. "You mean people come here to have sex?" he asked incredulously, to which she simply nodded. "Yep. And furthermore, the ante rules basically allow someone to contract their body to another person for a limited period of time - no more than 24 hours, but long enough to be used in every way imaginable. I think you're cute, but if you go for ante on this I'll make sure you regret it." she said simply, the implied threat sending his imagination in all sorts of undesirable directions. "Uh, don't worry about that. I don't have any interest in increasing the odds anyway." He responded defiantly, then blinked. For a second there, he could have sworn he saw disappointment flash across her face, but he might just have imagined it. Currently, the mocking smile was back, as infuriating as ever. "Alright lover boy," she said, getting to her feet and opening the arena door so that Allora could pass through, "We've wasted enough time with small talk. I'll explain the rules, and we can get this over with already."
Demi followed suit, entering the arena behind Allora and trying to clear his mind and get ready for battle. Roland and Sara took up positions at either end of the arena and she began her explanation, as their Pokemon faced off. "To begin with a breeding battle has one key difference from a normal battle. Your Pokemon will be disqualified if it causes your opponent's Pokemon to faint. Breeding battles have an entirely different way of winning and for that," she paused dramatically and pressed a button on the podium in front of her, "we need a judge. Nearby in the wall, a slot opened and a track extended. Down this track a single pokeball rolled, bursting open when it landed. A Gardevior emerged, promptly seating itself in front of a small console near the middle of the arena, just outside the chain link fence. Sara gestured at it. "This Pokemon will create a psychic link with our Pokemon. When one of them reaches orgasm, the judge will press a buzzer, and then declare the winner. In other words, the loser is the Pokemon that cums first." She grinned wickedly.
Roland nodded, determined not to give her the satisfaction of seeing him surprised once more. "Now I'm beginning to see why this is illegal. It's certainly different to normal breeding." Sara nodded, her curls shaking slightly as she gestured to the two Pokemon standing in the centre. "Once one Pokemon wins, the winner may choose to mate with the loser if he or she so desires. The mating is performed right then and there, usually in front of an entire crowd. Often, it can be even more humiliating if the winner chooses NOT to mate with the loser, leaving them there pathetic and spent." Roland could imagine being in that position, and he shuddered at the thought.
"Sounds pretty nasty. Is that why this is being done in private?" She nodded.
"Yep. Be thankful that your runt's first humiliation is in private and not in front of an entire crowd of people. If you ever challenge me again after this though, I'll make sure everyone gets to watch you lose." Her eyes flashed, and Allora took up a fighting pose. The match was about to begin.
Demi felt a sudden presence intrude in his mind. He grunted angrily and prepared to force it out, but then it spoke. "I am the Judge, and for you to battle I must link my mind with yours.. I promise I will not intrude farther than your consciousness." He paused. The feeling was strange, like having a tingly blanket all over his body, but he grimaced and accepted it, knowing that this was the only way he could prove his worth to Allora. He took up a fighting stance. "Wait wait wait..." said Roland, waving his arms wildly, "I still have one more question." Sara looked up, her eyes meeting his questioningly. "Well, what is it?" Roland looked uncomfortable.
"How do I um... how does one make a Pokemon cum exactly?" he asked, averting his gaze. Sara laughed. "Oh, I forgot to mention that part. Mostly, this is a skill that your Pokemon learns as time goes on, but think of it like this. Modify your Pokemon's standard moves in a way that instead of being damaging, they instead cause pleasure to another Pokemon. I won't be surprised if you have trouble, it appears to be both of your first times." She commented teasingly, watching Demi turn beet red with embarrassment. "In fact," she added, "I'll let you go first, since neither of you will even know what you are doing to begin with."
Roland nodded. It hurt his pride to let her be given a handicap, but she was right. He had no idea how to do this, and he only hoped it was a little like pleasuring a human girl. Indeed, he could see that the female Lucario had what looked like breasts, and from his anatomy studies in college he knew that she had a vagina between her legs too. Surely this was just a matter of rubbing the right spots at the right time? Demi shifted nervously, his instinct to mate battling with his instinct to fight. He wasn't sure he could do this, since he was used to mercilessly bashing his foes into submission. Being gently bust fighting at the same time? That was confusing.
As he and Allora faced off, the Gardevoir pressed a buzzer, and the match began.Chapter End Notes:I had expected to get the battle between Demi and Allora in here, but describing the BLC arena beneath the town took a little longer than I had thought. Not to worry though, next chapter will have plenty of sex to make up for it!
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The giant door swung inwards, and Sara stepped through, followed by Roland, Demi and Allora. Behind them the door was immediately pushed shut, and several large bolts were driven hydraulically into place, sealing it closed. Roland gulped, he couldn't help feeling a little uncomfortable with the atmosphere. The fact that the guy guarding the door had two huge Machamp bouncers with him and was dressed like a terrorist didn't help much either, he noted. Pushing those thoughts aside, Roland glanced up and around, taking in their new location. The room they were in was well lit, dome-shaped, and about 20 metres in diameter. Just to the left of the door he had just come through was what appeared to be a reception counter, where a few people were gathered. Built into the far wall of the room was an enormous screen, which currently showed an empty arena, though it looked as though it had been in a lot of use. There were, to his surprise, several people occupying the domed room, some coming and going through the two cylindrical tunnels that stood on either side of the screen. In front of the screen was a series of comfortable-looking red plush seats, but only a few trainers were lazing on them.
Sara strode over to the reception counter and began exchanging words with the woman there. Roland kind of tuned her out, though the general impression was that she was setting up some kind of match for them, and there was apparently a fee that Sara was paying out of her own pocket. He wondered about this, but his attention was mostly drawn to the screen, where the stands he could see surrounding the arena were beginning to fill up with people. A voice suddenly blared out over a PA system in the domed room. "Attention please. Match 3A, Nidoqueen versus Ditto, will commence in 5 minutes. Will the contestants please report to their stands for registration." Roland tuned back in as Sara grabbed his arm and dragged him over to the desk. The woman behind the counter, seemingly in her late thirties, wore a similar uniform to Sara's, though her light-brown hair was tied back in a bun and it looked like her uniform was somewhat thicker - enough so that Roland could not see the shapes of her nipples and her figure was slightly obscured. He was secretly glad for this, since age did not tend to mix well with women's bodies. "So this is the challenging contestant then?" the woman intoned in a voice that suggested many years of practice at this sort of thing. She eyed him disinterestedly, and made a few notes on a digital pad she had placed in front of her, as Sara nodded.
"Wait a minute..." said Roland suddenly, realizing something, "Don't you work as a receptionist at the local library, ma'am?" he asked, confused. The woman look up from her pad and laughed.
"Yes, Roland, I do. I know you, and you'll find you know a lot of the people here. The Black League may be illegal, but not only does it pay well, you'll find that there are a lot of people willing to turn a blind eye to the illegal activity, and even more willing to jump in and give it a try. You see, it's really the gambling that's the real illegal part about it, though some of the other things that happen here may be considered morally questionable." Roland caught her glancing at Sara, and raised an eyebrow. The lady hurried on. "In any case, I know you're over 18, so we can skip the ID check. Head through the tunnel on your right until you come to training room 4. It's not very far, and you guys can have the room for as long as you want, since we're having a slow day today." Roland shifted nervously. "I... uh... still don't know how any of this works," he said uneasily, shifting his gaze from the lady to Sara and back again. She nodded sympathetically. "Don't worry, Sara here is an expert in the ways of breeding battles, and she'll provide you with all the info you need once you get there. Have fun!"
Still baffled, Roland allowed himself to be led away by Sara and down the winding corridor, with Demi and Allora once again following in silence. Demi had begun to snap out of his reverie, and was beginning to pay more attention to his surroundings. He noted that the tunnels themselves curved around in a giant circle, enclosing the arena. On the outer curve of the tunnel, metal doors were placed at even intervals, each with the words "Training Room" on them, followed by a number. They passed a large doorway on the inner side of the tunnel, which Demi guessed led into the arena that the tunnels were circling. After passing their third training room, the passage opened once again into a domed room that was almost exactly the same as the one they had just left. Sara explained, as Roland opened his mouth to ask. "There are four entrances to the arena, each located through a different section of your town. In larger cities, there may be as many as eight or ten separate entrances, where trainers can gather to join in the league battles in that arena you saw." They continued to walk, passing through the domed room into the next tunnel section, and stopping before the door marked "Training Room 4". Sara held up the card he had seen her use twice already.
"This is a Black League membership card. With it, I can gain access to all BLC facilities and matches, check my ranking compared to that of other trainers, and when I purchase a training room it is temporarily encoded to unlock the training room door." She swiped the card through a card slot above the door handle, which was followed an audible click, and a little green light came on to show the door had been unlocked. She pushed it open. "The unlocking capability lasts an hour before the code to the door changes. Because of this, we can hire a training room out and then watch a league match or two before we start - usually. In this case, I don't have time to waste watching a match, so you'll just have to go without one for now. Don't worry though, once we're inside we won't be locked in, even if our code changes. We can spend as long as we want, though I really doubt either you or your runt will last very long." As she finished, she pushed him into the room, and the lights came on automatically. They all filed in, and as the door shut behind them he heard the click of the lock resetting itself. Nobody would be disturbing their match now.
The sting of her insult faded away as Roland took in the room with surprise. It was like a miniature arena, complete with a few metal bleachers to act as spectator stands. The arena itself was a rectangular area about 10 metres long and 5 metres wide, hemmed in on all sides by a study-looking chain-link fence about eight feet high. Two small podiums were placed at either end of the arena, and Roland guessed that this was where the trainers stood. It was odd, because the podiums were outside of the chain link arena, almost as if the trainers were excluded from the battle. Even more surprisingly, on the side of the room closest to him was a bed, next to that a small bathroom containing a shower, toilet and sink, and finally a machine that looked a lot like the rejuvenators found in Pokemon Centers. He turned to Sara questioningly. She hefted her cape off, tossing it onto the bed. "What you see here is a typical private training room," she began, her back to him as she stretched and began to warm up. "The arena can suit a few spectators, though most battle in private these days. Trainers stand on the podiums there, and the bed and bathroom ensemble here is for trainers who pay to stay the night or are playing for ante. The rejuvenator machine's purpose should be obvious, since Pokemon tend to get injured, even in breeder battles."
Demi wandered in, pressing against the chain link fence to test its sturdiness. It responded by yielding a little to his touch, but becoming more and more solid as he pressed harder, almost as if he was pressing against a fabric instead of metal. In any case, it certainly would support his weight, even if he were to be thrown into it. Sara continued, gesturing to Allora to come and sit on the bed. "Before you leap into challenging me for ante too, I suggest you just forget about it. Ante is for trainers who want more than just their Pokemon to breed." She gave Roland a pointed look, and he found himself blushing again. "You mean people come here to have sex?" he asked incredulously, to which she simply nodded. "Yep. And furthermore, the ante rules basically allow someone to contract their body to another person for a limited period of time - no more than 24 hours, but long enough to be used in every way imaginable. I think you're cute, but if you go for ante on this I'll make sure you regret it." she said simply, the implied threat sending his imagination in all sorts of undesirable directions. "Uh, don't worry about that. I don't have any interest in increasing the odds anyway." He responded defiantly, then blinked. For a second there, he could have sworn he saw disappointment flash across her face, but he might just have imagined it. Currently, the mocking smile was back, as infuriating as ever. "Alright lover boy," she said, getting to her feet and opening the arena door so that Allora could pass through, "We've wasted enough time with small talk. I'll explain the rules, and we can get this over with already."
Demi followed suit, entering the arena behind Allora and trying to clear his mind and get ready for battle. Roland and Sara took up positions at either end of the arena and she began her explanation, as their Pokemon faced off. "To begin with a breeding battle has one key difference from a normal battle. Your Pokemon will be disqualified if it causes your opponent's Pokemon to faint. Breeding battles have an entirely different way of winning and for that," she paused dramatically and pressed a button on the podium in front of her, "we need a judge. Nearby in the wall, a slot opened and a track extended. Down this track a single pokeball rolled, bursting open when it landed. A Gardevior emerged, promptly seating itself in front of a small console near the middle of the arena, just outside the chain link fence. Sara gestured at it. "This Pokemon will create a psychic link with our Pokemon. When one of them reaches orgasm, the judge will press a buzzer, and then declare the winner. In other words, the loser is the Pokemon that cums first." She grinned wickedly.
Roland nodded, determined not to give her the satisfaction of seeing him surprised once more. "Now I'm beginning to see why this is illegal. It's certainly different to normal breeding." Sara nodded, her curls shaking slightly as she gestured to the two Pokemon standing in the centre. "Once one Pokemon wins, the winner may choose to mate with the loser if he or she so desires. The mating is performed right then and there, usually in front of an entire crowd. Often, it can be even more humiliating if the winner chooses NOT to mate with the loser, leaving them there pathetic and spent." Roland could imagine being in that position, and he shuddered at the thought.
"Sounds pretty nasty. Is that why this is being done in private?" She nodded.
"Yep. Be thankful that your runt's first humiliation is in private and not in front of an entire crowd of people. If you ever challenge me again after this though, I'll make sure everyone gets to watch you lose." Her eyes flashed, and Allora took up a fighting pose. The match was about to begin.
Demi felt a sudden presence intrude in his mind. He grunted angrily and prepared to force it out, but then it spoke. "I am the Judge, and for you to battle I must link my mind with yours.. I promise I will not intrude farther than your consciousness." He paused. The feeling was strange, like having a tingly blanket all over his body, but he grimaced and accepted it, knowing that this was the only way he could prove his worth to Allora. He took up a fighting stance. "Wait wait wait..." said Roland, waving his arms wildly, "I still have one more question." Sara looked up, her eyes meeting his questioningly. "Well, what is it?" Roland looked uncomfortable.
"How do I um... how does one make a Pokemon cum exactly?" he asked, averting his gaze. Sara laughed. "Oh, I forgot to mention that part. Mostly, this is a skill that your Pokemon learns as time goes on, but think of it like this. Modify your Pokemon's standard moves in a way that instead of being damaging, they instead cause pleasure to another Pokemon. I won't be surprised if you have trouble, it appears to be both of your first times." She commented teasingly, watching Demi turn beet red with embarrassment. "In fact," she added, "I'll let you go first, since neither of you will even know what you are doing to begin with."
Roland nodded. It hurt his pride to let her be given a handicap, but she was right. He had no idea how to do this, and he only hoped it was a little like pleasuring a human girl. Indeed, he could see that the female Lucario had what looked like breasts, and from his anatomy studies in college he knew that she had a vagina between her legs too. Surely this was just a matter of rubbing the right spots at the right time? Demi shifted nervously, his instinct to mate battling with his instinct to fight. He wasn't sure he could do this, since he was used to mercilessly bashing his foes into submission. Being gently bust fighting at the same time? That was confusing.
As he and Allora faced off, the Gardevoir pressed a buzzer, and the match began.Chapter End Notes:I had expected to get the battle between Demi and Allora in here, but describing the BLC arena beneath the town took a little longer than I had thought. Not to worry though, next chapter will have plenty of sex to make up for it!
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