What if from Pokéballs Issac and amber there is an alternet ending during training where one or both of his balls pop

(This is 100% non-canon! Fun idea, though. 😈)

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“N-…n-ninety-two…!”

THUMP.

“Nnnn…nn…ninety-three!”

It was just another lazy Saturday afternoon in Sinnoh. Isaac and Amber were well into their fourth Underground League training session of the day, and they were both starting to feel it.

Amber shook out her leg, trying to ward off a cramp. The nude Lucario sat on the edge of the bed, patiently delivering punt after punt to her lover’s swollen ballbag, her curves jiggling with the force of each blow. It was hard work — her calves and thighs had never been so toned — but it was rewarding to see the results. At this point, her boyfriend probably had more experience with getting kicked in the nuts than any other fighter in Underground League history!

Isaac had run out of words to describe how impossibly traumatized his testicles were. By this point, he and Amber had been “training” every day for several months, and in that time his gonads had soaked up tens of thousands of kicks, punches, knees, squeezes, and more. His heavy orbs were stuffed with months of pent-up, well-churned spunk, unspilled since the day he had first signed up for the League. His thick cock twitched and throbbed, drooling a continuous stream of precum as it begged for his girlfriend’s touch.

But instead–

THUMP.

The male let out a ragged gasp, his legs shaking beneath him as his gonads were pounded out of shape for the umpteenth time. His head swum with ballache and arousal, but his months of training kept him strong. Obediently he stayed standing, shaking as Amber drew her leg back in preparation for her next strike.

“N-ninety-four,“ he stuttered–

THU-SQUELCH.

Isaac let out a clipped yelp, his tail shooting out straight behind him. A maelstrom of agony exploded through the left side of his abdomen — a new, unique kind of nutpain, so deep and so raw that his brain could barely process it. His muzzle moved wordlessly, searching for words. Something was wrong. Something was wrong somethingwaswrongSOMETHINGWASWRONG

Whatever it was, Amber certainly hadn’t noticed. She looked down at her leg for a moment, noting the mess of impotent precum that had accumulated on her shin over the course of today’s training. (A few adventurous drops had made it as far as her bare tits, sent flying by the force of her previous ball-beatings.) The female folded her knee, winding up for her next kick, then unleashed another forceful punt–

“STOP!!” squealed Isaac, eyes wide with fear.

Amber froze in surprise, her footpaw stopping just a few inches short of the Umbreon’s bare ballsac. It wasn’t uncommon for Isaac to start begging at some point during their sessions — usually with croaked pleas about “my balls”, or simple a quiet, desperate “please” — but he had NEVER just said “stop” before.

“…What’s wrong?” she asked, lowering her footpaw and leaning closer.

“M-my ball,” the male stuttered, quivering in overwhelming agony. His paws were clenched into fists at his sides. “I-I-I think you…my BALL…!”

Amber frowned in sudden realization, her stomach dropping. “Oooooh. R-really? Uh…here, let me take a quick look–“

The Umbreon let out a high, plaintive moan as his girlfriend leaned in and took his tortured ballbag in her paws. Even that slight contact lit up every nerve in his entire body. He tried his best to stand still as she gently palpated the contents of his scrotum.

Amber bit her lip, carefully tracing her claws around the curve of each massively swollen gonad. It sure SEEMED like there were still two nuts in his sac. “Are you sure, hon?” she asked cautiously, poking and prodding. “I think your balls are both here–“

“NNnhfggh!!” Isaac mewled in a strained, frantic falsetto, his paws suddenly clenching so tight that his black-furred knuckles turned white.

“…ah.” The female winced. “…Okay, yeah. Maybe your left nut is a little…broken.”

Isaac gave a high-pitched, despairing squeak.

“I-it’s okay though! I mean, it’s still…it’s basically intact?” The naked Lucario probed carefully, feeling out the structure of her boyfriend’s fractured left nut. The orb was still holding its shape for the most part, but there was a spot on the backside of the testicle that had…well, for lack of a better phrase, it had blown out. Ruptured. That was the word. She tapped the tip of one claw against that point, and Isaac let out a soprano cry in response. “It’s just a little, um, ‘cracked’ right here. I bet it’ll heal just fine!”

Tears welled in Isaac’s eyes.

Amber tried to think of something to say to make him feel better. “Um…well, look at it this way! At least this is letting off a little bit of the pressure in those pent-up nuts of yours, right? It’s like, um, like an unorthodox way of draining your balls a bit!” She thought for a moment. “Or, uh, a way to drain ONE of your balls, at least. Just a little bit.”

The Umbreon male looked down at her, breathing in fast, shallow breaths. His cock still bobbed in front of him, hard as a rock, pointed straight at her muzzle. “Oh Arceus. Oh ARCEUS. …Okay. Okay. Can…can you take me to the Pokécenter?”

“Of course, babe.” The female nodded, rising off the bed…

…then paused. Slowly, she sat back down.

“B-…baby?” Isaac asked, confused.

“Um. Listen.” The Lucario looked up at him nervously, her gaze darting back and forth between his eyes and his groin. “This might sound insane, but I think this might be a really good…training opportunity?”

“W-what!?” The male froze, terrified. “P-please, baby, if you kick me in the balls again–“

“Oh no! No no no no NO.” She shook her head. “Of course not, hon, I don’t want to PULP the poor thing. But maybe we could just…wait a few minutes, so you can get used to what it feels like when your nut cracks?”

Isaac looked down at her blankly. “What.”

“I’m just saying!” The female looked down at her partner’s gonads. “If some girl cracks your ball open during an Underground League match, you still have to fight to the finish! This might be your only chance to experience what that feels like without IMMEDIATELY losing your testicle from your opponent’s next attack.”

The Umbreon was speechless for a moment. “I don’t…I mean…I guess…?”

Amber pressed onwards. The nude Lucario scooted forwards to the edge of the bed, oh-so-gently taking her partner’s broken ball into her paws. Carefully she cradled the fractured spunk-maker, stroking her thumbclaws across its surface. “Look, let’s just hang out here for another…ten minutes, let’s say. Then we’ll go STRAIGHT to the Pokécenter. It’ll be good for you!”

The male looked down at his girlfriend. The agony radiating outwards from his testicle was more intense than anything else he’d ever experienced…but even now, after just a few minute or two, he WAS starting to cope with it a little better. Maybe her idea actually made some sense? “I…“

“Listen to your trainer,” she urged. The female leaned in closer, planting a wet kiss on the head of the Umbreon’s long-denied cock.

Isaac let out a guttural groan, conflicted and confused. His dick throbbed against her lips.

She peered up at him. “…Do it for ten minutes, and maybe at the end I’ll make you cum.”

A fresh pang of nutache raced through the male — this time from BOTH nuts, as his spunk-tanks screamed out for a chance to be emptied. It felt like an entire gallon of cum was boiling in his balls. The Umbreon whimpered, trembling as his girlfriend swirled her tongue around the tip of his cock.

“…Okay,” he gasped softly. “T-ten minutes.”

Amber nodded firmly. “Ten minutes,” she repeated. Her eyes slid closed as she took his entire length into her mouth, her fingers tightening ever so slightly around his ruptured gonad…