Her Drednaw defeated, Nessa knew the battle was over. As she recalled it, she heard the dissatisfied murmurs of the crowd rising around her. They had been promised a spectacle, and instead watched some stranger’s Rillaboom completely demolish her team in one go. Nessa tried not to feel bitter, but she couldn’t help but be a little upset. What insecure dunce had a fully-evolved starter by the second Gym?

“And now’s time for the Leader to give her badge to the challenger!” came the announcer. Even he sounded dissatisfied. Tsk-ing her voice in disapproval, Nessa strode across the pitch, her hand on her hip in a clear display of contempt. She was expected to show sportsmanship, but for someone to denigrate her Gym by showing up with such a wildly overleveled pokemon… well, they could go fuck themselves.

As she approached the challenger—a stony-faced young man with a gaunt look about him—she was aware that the large screen was showing their meeting to the whole stadium, and broadcasting their words.

Feeling humiliated, she pushed the badge into his outstretched hand in a firm, iron clasp that resembled a handshake only superficially. The young man’s face winced in sudden shock as she gripped it tight, and his Rillaboom, looming behind him, released one rippling snarl in displeasure.

“My! The Gym Leader seems somewhat… piqued,” came the announcer.

You can say that again, she thought bitterly. Around her, she heard the crowd’s murmur grow as they took in her unsportsmanlike display.

“Here’s your badge…” she said, her words echoed on the screen for the whole stadium to hear. She felt angry. Who even was this nobody? He didn’t earn this. Hell, his brother had probably given him this pokemon! “…you fucking brat,” she added acidly, speaking clearly so everyone could hear.

A chorus of gasps and condemnations rose in the stadium around her—not that Nessa cared. Let them boo. She didn’t give two fucks about what they thought.

“Well!” the announcer said. He sounded indignant. “That was certainly uncalled for!”

“‘Uncalled for’ my ass!” Nessa spat out. “This stupid little shit waltzes in here with an overpowered pokemon. That’s not an indicator of skill! Give me a fucking break!” The crowd’s boos rose around her, and the screen was zeroing in on the young man’s face. He was wincing harder than ever thanks to the pressure she was continuing to put on his hand. Behind him, the Rillaboom was looking stone-faced and absolutely furious. She wasn’t scared, though. The big gorillas were known for gentility outside of battle.

“I must condemn the Leader’s words,” said the announcer.

“Condemn all you want,” Nessa said. She squeezed her opponent’s hand even more, making him gasp audibly in pain. She imagined the sharp edges of the badge were digging into his palm. The Rillaboom was leaning forward, his eyes furious. “This jackass doesn’t deserve a victory.” The crowd was going crazy, people standing on their feet and shouting boos at her, demanding she leave the field. Their displeasure only egged her on. “And of all the pokemon to disrespect me with,” she pressed, “he chose a dumb, lumbering, stinking ape.” The Rillaboom’s eyes narrowed in pure fury. “A complete reject of a pokemon, probably too stupid to even get a mate—”

Any further acidity from her was cut off as the Rillaboom lunged with a snarl. Nessa had one moment to squeak in astonishment as she was ripped from her handshake and pinned down onto the turf. The Rillaboom loomed in her vision, looking absolutely furious.

“A big mistake!” the announcer said. “Rillaboom are known for their placed temperament; but like many gentle creatures, their wrath when provoked is all the more intense!”

“Get—off—” Nessa muttered, trying vainly to free herself. The big gorilla had her wrists firmly pinned—with one hand, nonetheless!—and his weight was keeping her legs from moving. “Get him off me!” she yelled. But around her, a new sound rose in the stadium:

Laughter.

Her cheeks burned with embarrassment as she faced down their ridicule, and a few hoots and catcalls drifted through the air.

“Oh-ho!” the announcer said. “Looks like her bad attitude has gotten Nessa in a pickle!” More hoots and errant shouts rose at his words, and she felt herself blushing even harder.

“You smelly fucking ape,” she growled, “let me go before I make you regret it.” Her words were broadcast to the stadium, and the crowd rose with a big, anticipatory gasp.

Rillaboom snorted through his nostrils, and then, with his free hand, he reached down and—

Nessa’s anger evaporated into a swift and icy shock, followed by dread. He’d ripped off her shorts and panties in one effortless yank, exposing her to the world. And the closer she looked, the more she could see the Grass-type’s cock between his legs. It was erect—and growing by the second.

Oh. Oh no.