A Wild Glaceon Appeared!
(A non-canon Pokéballs side story)

“And who should I make this out to?”

“To Paulie, please!” The Dewott blushed, his paws clasped together nervously. “Oh thank you Mr. Glacé — I’ve been your fan for YEARS, even BEFORE you won the Master Rank Beauty contest. I can’t believe I got to meet you!!!”

“The pleasure is all mine, darling!” The Glaceon smiled, scribbling his autograph across the back of the Dewott’s program. “It’s always so nice to meet a fan. Are you excited for the match tonight?”

“Oh definitely.” The otter nodded. “I’ve never been to an Underground League match before, but when I found out they were opening a new stadium here in Sinnoh I just HAD to go.”

“Mm, I’m excited too. All those cute boys battling in the nude?” Glacé grinned coyly, handing back the Dewott’s program. “Can’t wait.”

The Dewott blushed even more fiercely, clutching the autograph tightly. “W-well I hope you have a wonderful night sir. I won’t take any more of your time, but thank you again!!”

“Of course!” Glacé batted his eyelashes at the male. “Have a lovely evening, cutie.”

The Dewott scampered away, still bubbling with excitement. “Eeeee! I can’t wait to post about this on the internettttttt!”

Glacé watched him depart, smiling to himself. This promotional gig at the new Underground League stadium had turned out to be quite fun! All he had to do was stand around near the stadium entrance and look pretty — something he was literally the world champion of — and take lots of pictures with his adoring fans. As it turned out, there were quite a few Pokémon Contest fans in attendance today, and they all seemed to ADORE him. It was doing wonders for his ego. And it didn’t hurt that he was getting paid for it, either.

Today’s matches were about to start, but there were still a few last attendees straggling in. As Glacé glanced out towards the stadium entrance, he couldn’t help but notice a familiar-looking male Umbreon, with a female Lucario strolling at his side. For a moment, he wasn’t sure where he had seen the Umbreon before, but then he noticed the male’s slightly bow-legged walk, and suddenly it was clear. It was that new Underground League fighter, Isaac! The one with a really cute butt and a really, really hard cock.

Conveniently, his female companion was making a beeline directly towards Glacé.

“Holy shit!” she gushed, grinning from ear to ear. “Are you Glacé?”

He cocked on hand on his hip, raising his eyebrows. “In the flesh, my dear.”

“Oh man, I’m such a huge fan!!” The Lucario held out a paw, beaming. “I’m Amber. This is my boyfriend Isaac.”

The Glaceon planted a quick kiss on the back of her hand. “Lovely to meet you both. And I’m actually quite familiar with your boyfriend — I caught his battle last week.” He glanced pointedly at the Umbreon’s crotch. “VERY impressive. Your girlfriend’s a lucky lady.”

Isaac’s eyes went wide. “I-I, uh—“

Amber burst out laughing. “Ha! Oh, don’t I know it. I was a little jealous to let another girl play with him, but I know he’s all mine.”

“Well consider me jealous. Honestly, I’d be tempted to join the League myself if I knew they would pair me up against this hunk.” The Glaceon curled his fingers in the air, jerking his paw up and down loosely. “You know, all my exes say I’m EXCELLENT at Helping Hand~”

The female Lucario stifled another chuckle. 

Isaac was thoroughly flustered. “S-sorry,” he stammered, “I don’t—…who are you, exactly?”

“You don’t know Glacé?!” Amber was incredulous. “Hon, he won the Master Rank Beauty contest last year. We watched together on TV, remember?”

Isaac blinked a few times, looking the Glaceon up and down. Slowly he nodded in recognition. “Ahhh, okay. I forgot about that. I’m sorry, man, I really should have recognized you.”

“Not a problem,” he replied coolly. “Honestly, I’m so dazzling on screen that I think my fans forget I’m actually a real ‘mon.”

“True,” Amber agreed. “That trick you do with your Ice Beam is unbelievable.”

“Oh, I can do LOTS of tricks with ice. I’d be a lot of fun to watch here in the Underground League.” The Glaceon licked his lips, giving Isaac a seductive look. “Maybe we should get together in the arena sometime.”

The Umbreon blushed. “Uh…maybe?”

His girlfriend tittered. “I’d pay to see that.”

“Damn straight. Either of you ever been with an ice-type?” Glacé slinked closer Isaac, sliding one arm around the male’s waist. “A bit of ice can really heighten your pleasure…“

Playfully, the Glaceon flicked his fingers towards Isaac’s crotch, intending to send a chilly breeze across the male’s genitals. But instead—

Isaac yipped in surprise and alarm as a block of solid ice materialized inside his shorts, encasing his junk in a cold, crushing prison. With a pained cry, he doubled over, fingers scrabbling to clutch his aching nutbag. “My balls!” he squeaked, suddenly panicked. “Y-you’re crushing my balls!”

Glacé looked similarly surprised. “Shit,” he muttered, immediately realizing his mistake.

“What happened?” asked Amber, confused.

“C-c-c-cold!” Isaac stammered in reply. He continued to scrabble at his scrotum, unable to reach his frozen orbs beneath an inch of solid ice. “Ohhhhh, my NUTS!”

Amber paused. “Wait.” She looked at the Glaceon. “Did you just…did you FREEZE my boyfriend’s balls?”

Glacé winced. “…Accidentally, yes.”

The female Lucario paused…then exploded in a fit of giggles. “Hahahaha! Oh my god that’s HILARIOUS!” Her body shook with laugher, curves jiggling. “Hahaha holy shit, I’m sorry dear, but this is…BAAAhahaha—”

The Glaceon chuckled nervously. “Haha, yeah, whoops. So clumsy of me.”

Amber wiped a tear from her eye. “Oh my god, that’s perfect. And I thought I was the queen of blue balls — clearly I could learn something from you.”

Glacé gave a legitimate chuckle at that. “Haha, I guess so—“

“My BALLS!” Isaac repeated, this time even more frantically. He had given up on trying to clutch his frozen pupmakers, and instead was simply standing in place, shivering and quivering. His legs trembled as though he was about to collapse at any moment. Nutache bloomed in his gut like ink dropped into water. “B-baby, the ice is cr-cr-crushing my balls—!”

The female took a deep breath, trying to calm down from her laughing fit. “Haha, okay, okay, I’m sorry hon. Here, I know how to fix it.”

“Should I go find a fire-type?” Glacé asked hesitantly. “Or maybe some Ice Heal?”

Amber waved a paw dismissively. “No no, that’s not necessary. I can handle this.” Turning to Isaac, she put on her trainer voice — the same one that she used for their daily workouts. “Spread your legs, dear.”

Isaac had spent hundreds of hours obeying Amber’s orders. He complied without hesitation.

The Lucario narrowed her eyes and lined up her shot. She drew one leg back, her thigh muscles bulging with power — then swung her footpaw up into her lover’s crotch with all of the strength that she could muster.

CRUNCH.

There was a small explosion of ice shards as Amber’s kick slammed home between Isaac’s thighs, crushing the ice block into a million tiny pieces. The Umbreon was briefly lifted into the air by the force of the blow, his blue, swollen testicles absorbing the remainder of the impact. The twin orbs deformed briefly around her toes, forced to abandon their usual round shape in order to survive such a ferocious nut-flattening.

Isaac hung in the air for a split second…then collapsed to the floor in a twitching heap. Agony exploded through his abdomen. His paws flew to his groin, clutching his battered gonads, and he let out a high, mournful wail.

“T-today was supposed to be an off day!” he mewled, tears in his eyes. “No ballbusting! Y-you promised!”

“This was an emergency!” Amber protested, folding her arms across her chest. “Besides, if you can’t take ONE kick in the balls on an off day, then maybe we SHOULDN’T be taking days off from training.”

Isaac gave a throaty, wordless groan, curling into the fetal position.

Glacé winced in sympathy. “…Sorry. I didn’t mean to, uh…I didn’t mean to make you kick your boyfriend in the balls.”

The Lucario gave him a sympathetic smile. “Oh don’t worry, he’ll be fine in a few minutes. I’ve kicked him a lot harder than that before.”

The Glaceon looked down at the female’s legs, feeling his own balls tighten a bit in fear. “Um, if you say so.” He scratched his head, peering down at Isaac. “…Still, I feel bad. Maybe I can make it up to you?”

“Like how?” croaked the male, still cradling his ballsac.

Glacé frowned in thought. “Hm…oh! I know. Do you have something I can write on?”

Amber nodded. “Here,” she said, handing him her program for that night’s battles.

The Glaceon scribbled down his phone number on the back. “Here — give me a call this weekend. Maybe we can meet up? Or get dinner? It’s on me.”

“Aww, you don’t have to do that,” Amber insisted.

“No, no, I want to.” Glacé handed the program back to her. “It’ll be fun.”

The female nodded. “Alright then — we’d love to. It’s a date.”

“Sounds great,” moaned Isaac sarcastically, rocking back and forth gently on the ground.

“Hey! Be polite or I’ll make this into a whole training session,” the Lucario chided, flexing her footpaw in warning.

The Umbreon groaned, his paws still latched around his aching ballsac, praying to make it through the rest of the evening without another kick.