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FIGHTER CARD

NAME: Micah

SPECIES: Torracat

WIN LOSS RECORD: 9/3

SIGNATURE MOVE: Flare Blitz

FIGHTER RANK: B

NAME: Jenni

SPECIES: Gogoat

WIN LOSS RECORD: 15/0

SIGNATURE MOVE: Bulldoze

FIGHTER RANK: B+

Micah could hardly believe he had progressed to B rank. It felt like it had been barely a month since he started his stint as a fighter in the Underground League, and already he was a rising star in his local scene. The firey feline had built up a reputation as a fierce combatant, using his impressive speed and brutal fire attacks to swiftly KO his foes, taking little damage in return. Sure, no match was perfect, and Micah had taken more than his fair share of blows below the belt, but even in his losses he never felt he was at risk of any permanent damage. A little bit of swelling in the nethers, maybe a check up at the Pokécenter, and he was right as rain and ready for his next match. Even now that he ranked up and would be facing more dangerous foes, he was confident that he'd take 'em all on with the same success he'd had as a C ranker. If only he knew how wrong he was...

The red furred feline marveled at the first sight of the stadium's locker rooms, far nicer than any accommodations he had at his local arena. Sparkly clean tiles, rows upon rows of enameled blue lockers, and remarkably spacious shower spaces that were already occupied by a few other 'mon. He found his designated locker and popped it open, stripping down to his fur and folding his clothing up neatly, before making his way over to the nearest empty shower. Micah was pretty average as far as fighters in the league went- not too tall, not too short, a little on the wirey side, but still rather toned where it counted. Between his legs hung a rather unimpressive set of equipment, a taut sack of red fur bulged out by some cute little orbs, and resting neatly atop it a limp black shaft that bounced to and fro as he walked. Micah used to be self conscious about his size, but since joining the League he's considered it a blessing. Small targets is usually a good thing in this line of work- a big bloated swinging sack of oranges is just begging to be juiced.

The shower stall he chose was besides one being used by a gruff looking Mightyena, his scruffy black fur matted down by the water, his dangling plums and fat shaft relaxed and drooping between his thighs. Micah turned his shower on and stepped in, and was surprised to hear his neighbor speak up.

"Hey. You're a new face." His voice was as rough around the edges as the rest of his appearance, but his tone belied a certain amount of friendliness that seemed not to fit his looks.

"Oh? Yeah, sure am. Just ranked up like uh... two days ago I think? Kinda didn't expect them to set me up with a fight so quick, but hey, what can ya do." The cat chuckled as he shampooed up his fur, paying extra attention to the plump little pouch bouncing between his thighs. If you're gonna take some nut shots, may as well make sure you're all fluffy and squeaky clean down there right? "I'm Micah, by the way."

"Garrett." Came the canine's terse reply. "Welcome to the big leagues then kid. You know who you're up against? Or they pullin' some surprise bullshit on ya for your first match?"

Micah took a pause to rinse out his fur before speaking again. "Nah, nah, they tole me. It's uh... Gina? Jerri? Uh...."

"Jenni?" Garrett's shower suddenly turned off, and to Micah's surprise the dog's head popped around the edge of his shower stall. "The Gogoat?"

Micah blinked a few times, staring at the gruff dog like a Sawsbuck in the headlights. "...yeah? Is that bad?"

Garrett didn't reply for a moment, his expression totally implacable, and then he simply shrugged. "Dunno. Nah, probably not. She's a good fighter is all. Just watch the hooves."

Micah laughed again, shutting off his water and stepping out from his stall to grab himself a towel. "I don't think I'd have made it this far if I *didn't* watch out for hooves." He said smugly, toweling himself off so his fur was nice and fluffy. His beanbag bounced amusingly between his thighs, the poor little eggs within all too unaware of the danger that faced them in the stadium. "I gotta get going, gonna be starting soon. It was nice meeting ya!" Micah waved his farewell to Garrett, who continued to watch with a slight hint of concern on his otherwise featureless face.

A moment after Micah takes his leave, another face pops out from the other stall adjacent to Garrett's, belonging to an elegant looking Delcatty and sporting a frown. "His first B rank match and they put him against Jenni? Yikes."

"Yeah, poor kid. Who knows though, maybe she'll let him keep one."

"Pff, yeah, and maybe I'll win the fuckin' lottery."

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The walk to the fighting area was a quick one, and the steadily growing sound of the cheering crowd made it easy enough to locate without a guide. Having an audience cheering like this for such a brutal sport always struck Micah as a little odd, but in the end he's grown to like it. Even though the majority of the folks out there are probably rooting for his opponent to turn his nuts to goo.

After a quick moment to catch his breath at the door, he steps through, the room opening up into a broad flat arena, flanked on all sides by a low wall, and behind those rows and rows of seats filled to the brim with totally nude Pokémon. As always, most of the crowd was composed of females, and it took no small amount of willpower for Micah to keep himself from ogling the myriad bouncing boobs and jiggling behinds spread around him. Nothing worse than popping a stiffy before the fight even starts, after all. And so Micah set his gaze low, offering a nonchalant wave to the crowd, trying to play up his image as a no-nonsense fighter. Which was a little hard when your ears were filled with chants of "Pop those plums!" and "Stomp that sack" and other such phrases all focused on doing harm to his fuzzy red coinpurse.

Across from him stood his opponent, and from his very first glance Micah knew this would be a challenging fight right from the get go. The Gogoat stood a good head taller than the Torracat, most of that height owing to her shapely, muscular legs, capped off with a pair of rather wicked looking hooves. Even without Garrett's earlier warning, Micah knew those things had taken the lives of many a testicle before he ever set foot in the ring. His eyes drifted higher, trailing up those thighs to her crotch, which was covered with a thick thatch of that fluffy green fur that wreathed her neck and trailed down between her breasts. Breasts, which the cat noted, were rather large, and altogether too distracting. Two heavy spheres capped off with fat dark brown nipples, which seemed to be pointing at him accusingly. The Gogoat, now having noticed her opponent's entrance, looked up and offered a polite little wave, and then looked down and began to giggle. Micah pouted, and his tail flicked in agitation. Hmmph... see who's laughing in a minute! This'll be a free fight with his type advantage after all.

Soon enough an official made their way on stage, a lithe zoroark who wore am officials badged tucked into her fur, and absolutely nothing else. "Ladies, gentlemen, and, well, former gentlemen! I'm happy to present tonight's matchup between our newest B-rank fighter, Mmmmmmmicah!..." She gestured to the fired up feline, who offered a more flamboyant wave and received a slew of cheers in turn. "And his opponent, who needs no introduction, but hell, I'll do it anyway... Jenniiiiiiiii!"

Micah thought the crowd was loud before, but they reached a whole new level when his foe was announced. An ear splitting roar of combined cheering and chanting filled the arena, and Jenni looked all too pleased to bask in it, jutting her prodigious chest out and waving with both hands to her adoring fans.

"You know the rules folks- we're looking for a knock-out or a nutting, whichever comes first." The zoroark barked into the microphone to rein the crowd back in order. "And I know you don't want to hear me babble on all night, so let's! Get! To it!" She pumped her fist in the air, the crowd roared in affirmation, and then the sudden ding of a bell was all the warning Micah had before Jenni surged forward.

She was leading off with a take down, the exact sort of play the Torracat would have expected had he been prepared to start. He still managed to dodge aside at the last second, feeling a whoosh of air as the Gogoat flew past him. He turned and prepped his claws for some fury swipes, but Jenni was more agile than he expected, and she was already turned round on her hooves and barreling toward him once more.

Micah yelped with surprise, and though off balanced managed to shift his momentum to the right, narrowly avoiding a head on collision with the opposing 'mon.

"Ugh, just stay still will you? It'd be a hell of a lot easier for the both of us." Despite her words, the Gogoat had a smile on her face when she turned back. Instead of rushing at him once more, she just stood there, hands on her hips, flashing those fat funbags at him. Micah, being a male, was of course drawn to stare at them, a stirring down below catching Jenni's eye and making her giggle. "See somethin' you like lil guy? Better enjoy it while your bits still work."

Had Micah been less focused on her bouncing bosom, he may have noticed her starting to use Bulk Up, but alas, he had started to think with his twig instead of worrying about his berries. And so he was utterly unprepared for another sudden rush from the gal, and could do little more than watch with wide eyes as she closed the distance, raised her knee, and-

*WHUMP*

There was a hush in the crowd, the sound of the impact echoing throughout the arena for the briefest moment before the assembled spectators burst into applause. Micah's howls joined soon after, the feline feeling his poor kittenmakers getting crushed between Jenni's unforgiving knee and the hard bone of his pelvis. It was a direct hit, his fuzzy red pouch squashed flat and unable to slip free from her kneecap. So much pain was radiating from his 'nads that he didn't even notice he was on the ground, hands between his legs and rolling from side to side. "My balls! Holy Arceus, my fucking balls!" He howled, all while Jenni smirked over him.

"Nngh, the sound of a dude whining after a nutshot? Never gets old." She sighs contentedly, stepping closer and stamping her hoof down by his side to stop his wiggling. "Now, you wanna make this easy for me and move your hands? Or do I gotta make you."

Agony was still coursing through the Torracat, who was still fondling his aching and swollen ballbag. His nuts were still intact, thank Arceus, but he could feel some pretty severe damage as he cradled them. Not quite as solid as they should be...

"Guh... fuck you..." He grunted, rolling to his side and growling with exertion as he prepped a flare blitz. Flames licked across the back of his fur, and his eyes flared red with as he surged back to his feet, fighting through the horrible pain to stare down the still-smug she-goat. She may have gotten a good hit in, but he's still got the type advantage, and he'll be damned if he let's her-

*CRACK*

Micah was confused to find himself a good inch taller than he was a moment ago, until his eyes drifted down to see the leg between his thighs, and the hoof currently crushing his babymakers into pancakes.

"Oh."

Then the pain hit, and with another yowl he tumbled backwards, flat on his back. His vision swirled around him, his swollen sack flopped right on the floor, his once tight pouch looking like some sort of misshapen water balloon. Jenni sauntered over and looked down at him, her grin as smug as ever, and she nudged his bloated sack with the tip of her hoof, making him shiver and mewl as a fresh bolt of pain arced through him.

"Hehe, got 'em again! Hard to spot those little fuckers. No wonder you made it so far with your junk in one piece, it's barely a piece to begin with." She snickered, stalking towards him with the menacing thump of her hooves on the ground ringing in his ears. "To be honest I thought you were gonna put up an actual fight. Guess you shoulda stayed in C-League." She teased, before placing her hoof atop his right orb and pressing down, compressing it into the floor and then rolling it side to side. Micah gasped and mewled and made all manner of amusing sounds as he felt her crush his swollen ball, the poor thing offering barely any resistance to her rock-solid hoof. "Whoof, this thing already feels like it's about to crack! Kinda thought little balls were supposed to be tougher. More uh, compact, y'know?" She shrugged and then thumped her hoof into his sack again, eliciting a squeal. "Eh, whatever. Big balls, little balls, they all wind up mush eventually. Speaking of which..."

The Gogoat got a sinister look in her eyes as she took a step back, kicking Micah's legs apart so she could have unfettered access to his bruised beanbag. "Y'wanna know what move I'm famous for?" She leered down at him, relishing in the fear and pain in the poor kitty's eyes.

"Bulldoze!"

And just like that, the shapely goat gal jumped her herself up, getting a good few inches of air before bringing her hooves thundering down with all the force of a falling meteor-

*SQUELCH POP*

The Torracat's balls didn't stand a chance. The wriggly little spheres, were hit dead on by the strike, cracked apart and liquefied in an instant. His sack sloshed and squished beneath her hooves, not a single solitary solid lump left in there. Just like that, in a mere moment, Micah's chance at breeding were annihilated beneath the hooves of that grinning goat. The last thing he saw before the sweet relief of unconsciousness was the stadium screens playing a loop of his castration, from every angle imaginable watching those hooves come down on his sack. Over and over and over and....

COMBATANTS:

JENNI THE GOGOAT

MICAH THE TORRACAT

WINNER: JENNI, CASTRATION VIA BULLDOZE