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Underground League

Double Teamed

It was only thirty seconds into the match, and Harper had to admit that things already looked fairly bleak. His partner was down for the count - the Charmeleon was huddled in one corner of the arena, desperately clutching whatever was left between his legs. For some reason or another, their opponents had chosen to focus on the Fire-Type first, and with devastating results.

Harper drew in a deep breath, his ears perked and his eyes narrowed as he tried to keep track of the two - Lopunnies, both of them, and almost identical at that. He could only guess that they were sisters, maybe twins, and they were literally dancing circles around him at the moment.

The Jolteon thrust out one paw, sending a spiraling bolt of lightning sparking into the arena's wall. Not surprisingly, the Lopunny he was targeting was gone in a split second, well out of the way before the bolt had even left his hand. Harper curled his lip, twisting at the waist as he fired off another bolt, and another, riddling the arena with wildly aimed streaks of light and electricity - with no more success than his first shot. The only result was a rousing cheer from the crowd, and an audible giggle from both of his opponents as they streaked about.

Harper backpedaled quickly as one of them began to circle behind him again. Electricity gathered in the palm of his hand, but he held onto it - the crackling sphere was the only thing keeping the predacious lapines at bay. He was trying his best to stay calm, but despite that he couldn't help but hyperventilate a bit, his breath quick and labored and his heart racing in his chest.

He eyed the female that was lingering in his line of sight - she was tall, although that might just have been her ears that gave the impression of height. Lean, too, although there was a distinct feminine swell at her hips and thighs. Now that he was studying her, he could tell her apart from the other lapine, since she had a slightly more petite figure - all the more obvious, since she was completely nude from head to toe. They all were.

Harper twitched his head to the side, watching the other Lopunny in his peripheral vision. Yes, she was definitely a hair shorter than the first lapine, and more blatantly curved at her dark-furred hips and chest. She was a little faster, too, and her bouncing was more than a little distracting. In fact, it was VERY distracting, but that's why he was trying to keep his attention focused on the taller of the two - not that she was much less distracting, but he had already seen what her legs could do.

Indeed, he had seen how they used their bodies to their advantage. Maybe that's why they had gone after the Charmeleon first, since he had been more obviously enraptured by their bouncing breasts. It was a mistake that Harper told himself he wasn't going to make. Sadly, his manhood seemed to disagree, and he was already swelling to full mast even as he tried to keep his mind on the battle.

"Oooh," the taller lapine crooned as she hopped a half-step closer, her eyes obviously NOT on the Jolteon's face. She had a buck-toothed grin that stretched from ear to ear, and her pink little tongue swiped over her lips before she murmured. "That's quite a sight, pup."

Harper flushed a bit, scowling as his eartips reddened with embarrassment. If anything that made it worse, and his movements grew ever more awkward as his paws darted down to shield his rock-hard member. He could see the overhead monitors fill with his image as the camera operators all seemed intent on zooming in on his junk, and he could hear the perpetually excited Furret in the announcer's booth laughing about something on the loudspeaker - although he couldn't make out her words over the din of the crowd's hooting and hollering.

"Could have a lot of fun with that, Bonnie." The shorter Lopunny giggled, as she circled behind the male again. Harper twisted about, trying to keep her in his line of sight. She was another step closer, but still well out of reach.

The taller Lopunny circled in the opposite direction, and Harper's head snapped back about to keep her in sight as well. Her grin twisted into a smirk, cruel and unattractive, her long ears slanted forward as she almost purred. "A shame we're gonna have to bust it up, Bunnie."

The Jolteon curled his lip, snarling softly as he sent another short arc of lightning into the arena's floor - but Bonnie had already darted away. How could they possibly be so fast? "You'll have to get to me, first, and the second you do I'll fry you!"

"Ohh," Bunnie squealed. "A challenge!"

"Pff," Bonnie snorted as she bounced sharply, setting her ample bust to bouncing all over again. "Not much of one. Let's get this over with."

The shorter lapine uttered another sharp giggle, and she abruptly flickered out of sight. Eyes wide, Harper twisted about, spinning in place until he spied the Lopunny again. No, wait, there were two of them now- wait, four! Six!? Harper's jaw dropped, and his head jerked to the other side as he checked on the taller of the two - there were ten more flanking him!

Abruptly surrounded by a veritable army of sinister, giggling lapines, Harper did what any male would do in his position. He panicked! He spun in place, launching a barrage of lightning in every direction! One, then two, then four of the illusionary duplicates vanished in a spray of sparks and flickering light, but the other dozen phantom females darted toward him in a wave of brown-and-cream-colored fur and vigorously bouncing curves.

The Jolteon abruptly stopped his fruitless assault, and a split second before the first row of Lopunnies could overtake him he sharply clapped his paws together. With an impossibly loud crack of impact, a wave of thunder exploded from his hands in a wide arc before him. A dozen of the feminine figures were caught in the explosive wave, flickering out of existence, but one spiraled away from him as it was thrown to the far side of the arena.

"Ow! Son of a BITCH!" Bonnie violently skipped a few times across the ground, before landing in a smoldering heap twenty feet out.

Harper panted for breath, weary from the explosive display, but he felt a certain smug satisfaction about having finally found the right target. Now he just needed to- *THUD*

The Jolteon's eyes bulged as he felt himself lifting up into the air, his feet scrabbling for purchase as the ground disappeared out from beneath him. A second later his feet touched down again, his toes curling against the ground as a wave of explosive pain suddenly bloomed deep in his gut. The crowd roared, and the furret announcer was screaming something, but Harper was having a hard time hearing anything over the rush of blood in his ears.

Harper's legs wobbled beneath him, his tongue lolled from one side of his muzzle as his brain desperately tried to connect the dots. He had obviously lost track of the other Lopunny, Bunnie, but- *THUMP*

The Male bounced back up onto his toes as he was struck again, jackknifing forward at the waist as he uttered a strangled yelp. His paws flew to his crotch, but they wrapped about something else en route. Forcing his eyes back open, he angled his gaze downward, peering incredulously at his nethers - had he suddenly sprouted a foot from his groin? No, that was stupid, there had to be a simpler explanation. As the pain roiled up from his tenderized nethers and into his gut, understanding clicked in the back of his brain. It didn't make things any better.

Bunnie giggled again from behind the male, withdrawing her powerful leg and watching as the Jolteon teetered precariously before collapsing onto his hands and knees. She waited a moment, studying the canine as he struggled to cope with the explosive pain that was coursing through his body - but at least he hadn't passed out already. The Charmeleon had gone down far too quickly for her liking.

Harper hissed with pain, his eyes watering and his knuckles white as he dug his claws into the arena floor. His head was spinning and it felt like someone had taken a meat tenderizer to his puppymakers, but he knew that he had to get back to his feet. He had to!

Panting harshly, he blinked furiously to clear the pained tears from his eyes before fixing one eye on the buxom Bunnie. She was standing nearby, off to his side, her arms folded smugly beneath her breasts as she gloated over his obvious pain. Teeth gritted, Harper swiftly slid his paw out in a wide arc until it came into contact with one of the Lopunny's big feet, before pumping roughly ten thousand volts into her frame.

Bunnie uttered an unholy shriek as her body veritably crackled with electricity! With a loud crack, she was flung away from the wounded male, slamming against the side of the arena with a sickening thump before slumping into a boneless heap.

His victory wasn't much consolation, though, given the sharp ache in his loins. That attack had taken a lot out of him, and he hadn't had much energy left in the first place, so it was all he could do to stay on his hands and knees. One paw slid down to cradle his dangling nethers, carefully kneading over his aching orbs.

And just like that, Bonnie was at his side again, a sneer on her lip and a gleam in her eye. Before the male could react, her foot had flicked out to crack him smartly on the jaw. "Bitch."

Harper twisted and rolled onto his back, blood and spit drooling from one side of his muzzle as starbursts of white-hot pain exploded in the back of his eyes. It felt like three or four of his teeth had been loosened by the blow, but he hardly had time to take stock of his ivories before the incensed lapine had driven her heavy footpaw into the crux of his legs.

"Aaagh!" The male uttered a shrill, pained yelp as the female's thick footpads crushed down into his balls with enough force to bruise the base of his cock and crush his spuds to a fraction of their normal width against the unyielding ground. One of his testicles, the left one, squirted out from beneath the Lopunny's toes, but the right one remained firmly trapped as Bonnie bore down on it with all the force she could muster.

"AAAIEE-!" Harper's yelping cries rapidly spiked in pitch, until he was almost shrieking in pure agony. His brain was saturated with pain, every muscle in his legs tensed as agony coursed through his nerves. It felt like his puppymaker had burst like a grape in a winepress, but given the enthusiasm of the lapine's grinding it was clear that he still had SOMETHING down there.

The male's lips curled back, baring long rows of sharp, bloody teeth as he grimaced at the explosive ache. Adrenaline was flowing, though, and he bit sharply into his tongue as he fought through the pain. Pushing himself up with on one arm, his other hand shot downward to wrap about the female's ankle before he pumped the rest of his electrical charge into her. It was his last chance, so he gave it his all!

Blinding pain exploded through the Jolteon's body, stemming from his crotch and streaking out through his nerves until it reached the tips of his fingers and toes. He was resistant to electricity, but that didn't mean he was immune to it, and the searing burn that was now mingling with the testicular agony was all too familiar. He uttered a sickly squeal, squirming feebly at Bonnie's feet as his heart skipped a few beats.

"Oooh," The taller lapine winced, pulling her foot away from the male's smoldering sac. "Sorry hun, I came prepared. Magic coat. Reflects your shock right back at'cha." Her expression of mock concern evaporated, quickly replaced with a smug grin as she watched the male writhe. "Prob'ly should've waited until I wasn't stepping on your balls. Bet that hurt, too."

"Arceus, I hope it does!" Bunnie joined her sister, the lapine looking distinctly unfried. She headed off the canine's incredulous look, offering a bright, buck-toothed grin. "Sorry hun. Substitute. You zapped my decoy."

Harper coughed, rolling onto his side as a sickly shudder ran through his frame. His breathing was rapid, his eyes bleary, but his sense of self-preservation was still strong. Fingers gripping against the ground, he feebly crawled away from the vicious Lopunnies an inch at a time.

"Oh no, Bun. He's getting away." Bonnie rolled her eyes, giving a playful shrug of her shoulders as she casually followed after the maimed Jolteon.

"Gosh, Bon, how will we ever catch up!" Bunnie giggled, her pace a touch swifter as she circled around to step in front of the male. She gently pressed her footpaw to the male's head, pushing it down against the ground as she halted his progress. "Oh, wait, there we go."

"P-... please, for Arceus' sake...!" Harper whimpered breathlessly. He honestly didn't even care about the match anymore. Clearly signing up for the Underground League had been the biggest mistake of his life. No amount of pokedollars could possibly be worth this!

Bonnie stuck her cute little tongue out a bit, her long ears perked. "Sorry hun, nothing personal. Just business."

"But hey!" Bunnie chimed in, the shorter of the two reaching down to hook her paws under the male's armpits. "If you survive, we'd be happy to hook up with you in the showers. Now... up and at'em!"

With a mighty heave, Bunnie hefted the Jolteon up to his feet, and Bonnie quickly stepped up behind him to keep him upright. They both stayed close for a moment, their musky scent lingering in the male's nose as he gasped for breath. It was- well, it seemed almost soothing, in some confusing way, and despite himself the male found his eyes drawn to the closer lapine's chest - which one was that, Bonnie or Bunnie? His head was swimming again, but the ache in his loins suddenly seemed like a distant concern. It had seemed so important to fight back just mere moments ago, but now he really couldn't seem to remember why...

"Cute charm," Bonnie whispered into his ear, as if that explained everything.

Bunnie stuck her tongue out this time, although it was aimed at her sister. Her nose scrunched up enviously. "Luckeeeeee."

Bonnie shrugged, wrenching the male's arm behind his back as she slid him into a surprisingly deft arm-lock. "It's a gift. At least you know why your partner had such a hard time fighting back. It's the pheremones. Now, if you'd just hold still for a moment, so we can take turns working you over..."

Harper winced, squirming just a bit against the female at his back. It was a solid hold, though, and in his weakened state he clearly wasn't going anywhere. "Nf... hh... r-...right. Okay." ...okay? What the hell was wrong with him!?

Bunnie grinned brightly, in counterpoint to Bonnie's uglier smirk. The shorter Lopunny stepped away from the canine before taking a moment to mug for the crowd, flexing and posing, then holding a paw to her ear as she listened to the cheers.

"Looks like the sisters are taking suggestions, folks! Let's hear it!" The Furret shouted into her microphone, as excited as ever. If anything she was even MORE excited, and that excitement seemed infectious. The crowd roared it's approval, and the more enthusiastic fans began to shriek out all manner of sordid requests.

Bunnie turned back to Harper, her grin still stretched across her muzzle. Eyes darting down to the male's crotch, she arched a brow as she noted that he was firmly erect again - and impressively so, at that. Not an uncommon reaction to her sister's charms - or to hers, for that matter, since she could see that the woozy male still had his eyes locked on her immodestly sized curves.

Grinning a bit wider, she squared her stance before flicking a leg back. Twisting her body to build up momentum, the Lopunny launched a wicked punt right up into the canine's puppymakers.

Harper saw the blow coming, but he really seemed to be rather placid about it. Instead of panic or dread he just felt a calm sense of acceptance, even though he knew in the back of his mind that he should be doing everything he could to shield himself. That didn't help to dull the pain any, though, as the lapine's thick toes slammed up into his gonads at roughly fifty miles an hour.

The canine was lifted up onto his toes by the impact, but Bonnie at his back kept him from lifting any further, meaning that the male's unfortunate berries absorbed the full brunt of the blow. The shorter Lopunny's foot was broad - wide enough that there was precious little room for the Jolteon's testicles to escape, although Arceus knows they tried. Instead, they were viciously flattened against his unyielding pelvis, bulging out to the sides against his tensed thighs.

The dreamy calm that had soothed the male was abruptly shattered, his jaw dropping as he felt his spuds being punted up into his ribcage. He managed a pitched yelp, his eyes bulging a bit before they quickly rolled upward into his skull, his body shuddering and bucking against the taller Lopunny at his back. She held him firm though, kicking his legs wider to keep him from effectively shielding his nethers.

Bunnie giggled cutely, keeping her leg lifted for a long moment as she ground her toes against the mushy mess. She probed roughly until she found first one and then the other orb - both still intact, but rapidly swelling from the onslaught. "Mmm, okay hun, you ready for another?"

Harper gurgled faintly, his dog-like ears slicked back against his skull as he once again found himself trying to process an impossible amount of pain. He couldn't find his voice so he just shook his head, spastically jerking it from side to side in an effort to express his fervent desire NOT to be kicked again.

Bunnie offered another buck-toothed grin as she nodded smartly. "Right, here we go then!"

She lowered her foot, pulling it away from the male's mangled manhood before she skipped back a few steps. Gauging the distance between herself and the canine, she darted forward with one, two, three quick steps before launching her foot - the left one this time - back up into the Jolteon's pouch. It was a bit off-center, less accurate than her last blow, but it still caught the canine's right nut with all the force of a fuzzy sledgehammer.

"Nnhrahhg!" Harper howled another inarticulate shriek as he was briefly lifted onto his toes, and again the Lopunny at his back kept him firmly in place as Bunnie's foot crushed his berries - well, just one berry this time - flat. She pulled her foot away quickly and the canine's legs buckled beneath him, but Bonnie wrestled him quickly back into an upright position.

"Nnnghh... oh... oh Arceus... m-... my balls...! My fucking balls!" The canine's voice was a hoarse whimper, a good octave higher than his normal masculine pitch. His rigid cock was still bouncing violently from the impact, and his body was squirming back and forth against Bonnie's tight grip.

"Language!" the taller lapine hissed, twisting his arm a bit before she drove her knee up into his crotch from behind. Her muscular thigh slapped into his sac with a wet pop of furry flesh on furry flesh, and his testicles were once again briefly sandwiched against his pelvis - closer in shape to pancakes than to balls. Bonnie grinned wickedly as she lowered her leg again, resisting the urge to promptly follow up with another blow. "Bitch."

Harper gagged, his stomach tied up in knots and his nerves burning as he shuddered more violently. It seemed impossible, the level of pain that was radiating from his increasingly useless testicles. Surely there had to be a point where they'd just burst, and he'd be spared any further misery! His muzzle worked soundlessly for a moment, before his voice finally returned in a keening whine.

"M... my balls....!"

Bonnie smirked wider, jerking her knee sharply up into the male's nuts again, driving them up into and then through his body like she was intent on forcing them right up into his throat. Now that she had gotten a practice shot in, the second knee was much more accurately placed, her boney kneecap crushing into the canine's grossly swollen sac and squashing it up against his pelvis like an overfilled water balloon. "Better, thanks."

The shorter lapine stifled a giggle with her paw, ears flicking back and forth as she followed the males weak writhing with her eyes. He barely even had the energy to buck and thrash anymore, even though Bonnie had kept her knee pressed into his crotch this time. She was grinding away from behind him, her leg thrusting back and forth as she tried to trap the Jolteon's fat spuds more securely between bone and bone. His testicles were bulging and distorting as they were flattened, first one and then the other, over and over again until Bonnie began to lose her balance and was forced to drop her leg back down lest she should fall over.

Bunnie pursed her lips, whistling low as she eyed the trembling male's sac. It was an angry shade of black and purple now, distinctive against his vibrant yellow fur, and it was hanging heavy with it's clearly distended and lopsided contents. Her gaze flicked back up to Harper's face, studying his tightly clenched eyes and his drooling maw as he mouthed the same words over and over again. "Wow, I can't believe he's still up."

Bonnie peeked down over the male's shoulder, her free paw fishing about at his front until she had gotten a good grip on his mostly-hard member. "Mmm, so he is! Impressive!"

Bunnie grinned, shaking her head a bit. "Well, that too. But I mean I can't believe he's still conscious! And intact!" She eyed that dangling sac again, licking over her lips before she slipped in close. "... er, I think. Hold on, lemme check..."

The Lopunny pressed lightly against the male's frame, sandwiching him between the two females. Cooing softly, her paws nimbly slipped down along his front, past her sister's grip on his shaft, to take hold of his wedding tackle. Soft fingers probed against the spongy mass of bruised flesh, eliciting pained squeaks and whines from the canine, and within a few seconds she had isolated a grossly swollen testicle in each paw. "Mmm, one... and two. Impressive!"

Bunnie flicked her gaze to the side, at the referees, but none of them were making a move to intervene. Apparently they still considered the Jolteon capable of battle, and Arceus knows the crowd was loving it, so the Lopunny grinned wide once more as she wrapped her fingers about the trapped glands and began to squeeze. Softly, at first, but she quickly built up pressure as if she were juicing a pair of particularly warm, over-ripe oranges.

This seemed to be enough to rekindle the male's survival instincts, because he promptly set to howling and writhing once more! Sadly, in his weakened state this didn't really accomplish much, and neither of the Lopunnies seemed to have any trouble holding onto their pawholds whatsoever. Still, just to make quite certain of it, Bunnie bore down even harder on either of the male's trapped testes like she was working a pair of stress balls.

"Nnnghh!" Harper's eyes were open again, but just a slit, enough to let Bunnie know that they were hopelessly crossed and likely incapable of really 'seeing' anything. His lip was curled back, teeth clenched tight, and a keen whine wavering in higher and higher pitch with each passing second.

For her part, Bonnie seemed a bit disappointed that she was left without any testicles to mangle, but her grip on perpetually hard shaft made up for it some. She alternated between harshly squeezing and roughly jerking at it, making quite certain that it stayed rock-hard and aching no matter how much abuse was leveled lower -

And ample abuse, at that. Bunnie seemed to be tireless in her ministrations, her brown-furred knuckles whitening as her fingers worked and worked at those resilient little orbs - well, not so little anymore. Her tongue protruded from one side of her muzzle, a look of studious concentration on her face as she flexed her paws. Distorted bubbles of nutflesh squeezed out from between her fingers and her powerful thumbs speared into the increasingly soft eggs.

After several long seconds of this the Jolteon simply lost his voice entirely, his eyes rolled back again as he feebly thrust against those busy paws. The entire world was nothing but white-hot pain to him, and only fleeting thoughts could make it into his brain - mostly images. A pair of nutcrackers, scrambled eggs, cracked walnuts, crushed berries, empty pokeballs - his subconscious was working overtime, trying to rationalize the sensations that had worn his nerves raw.

He was conscious enough to buck against the Lopunny at his back, but not enough to put up any sort of real fight - although he now found himself wishing for nothing more than the ability to simply pass out. At least then the fight would be called and he could escape from this hell.

"Whoof, this guy's got balls of steel!" Bunnie finally loosened her grip, flexing her fingers to ease the ache in her sore joints. She had been working the canine's balls for a good two or three minutes now, and she really felt that she hadn't made much progress!

She slipped her paws up to the male's shoulders, gripping them firmly before she gave him a few half-hearted knees, each hard enough to illicit another tortured whimper. Finally, though, the shorter Lopunny stepped back to catch her breath and survey her handiwork.

Bonnie lept at the chance to take over, giving the male's cock one last jerk before her own paw ducked down to wrap about his distorted sac. His length was red and raw, oozing with pre-cum, but the odds of him actually orgasming any time soon were practically non-existent. She gave his nuggets a few rough squeezes, then leered. "More like balls of putty, Bun. These things are practically liquid already!" She gave the soft lumps another harsh squeeze, eliciting a shriller squeal from the breathless Jolteon.

Bunnie licked over her lips thoughtfully, glancing to the referees again - was the Kyogre masturbating under the judge's table? It certainly looked like she was! 'Well', Bonnie thought to herself, 'at least they're still not stopping us!'

The crowd seemed to be getting a little squeamish, though, despite the announcer's attempts to keep them hyped up. Many of the females in the audience were still rapt at attention, but many of the males were more than a little green around the gills - literally, in the case of some of the fish-types - and more than a few legs were crossed in sympathy.

"Guess we should wrap this up, Bon. Dunno how much more time we're gonna be able to squeeze out of the refs." Bunnie thumbed toward the judges table, and all three of the judges looked on expectantly - well, no, two of them looked on expectantly, the third one seemed a little distracted by something under the table.

Bonnie scowled, brow furrowed as she flicked her long ears forward. "Aw, but I barely even got to bust him up!" The canine whined incredulously at that, a distinct note of disbelief in his pitched whimpering. The Lopunny sniffed, giving his sac another sharp squeeze with her paw to silence him. "I mean, relatively speaking. Shut up."

Bunnie rolled her eyes, but she grinned nonetheless. Gesturing with her paws, she shrugged. "Alright, sure, have at. You need me to hold him...?"

The taller lapine offered a predatory grin, looking distinctly carnivorous for a split second. "Nope! I've got this." And with that, she shifted her grip against the limp male's body, releasing his arms as she took a double-pawed grip on his nuggets. Squeezing and wrenching them upward, she pulled the canine onto his toes before she abruptly dropped down onto one knee, pulling the limp-legged canine thunderously down onto her other one!

Harper barely even grunted this time, as his descent was abruptly cut short by the knee that jutted out between his useless legs. All one-hundred-and-eighty-six pounds of his weight crushed down onto his bloated nuggets, and they squashed grossly over the lapine's supple thigh as they flattened against the contours.

Eyes rolled back, he convulsed a few times as he stayed perched on the Lopunny's emasculating knee, before he finally coughed up some blood and bile. The femme'mon had clearly inflicted some serious damage to his nethers, but still his pair stubbornly held some semblance of their original shape.

"Ew, gross!" Bonnie shoved the canine off of her leg as he weakly vomited against the floor of the arena. Thankfully, the Underground League always discouraged male contestants from eating in the hours before a match, but there was still enough spit and bile to be a bit sickening. Harper hit the ground with a boneless thud, face-down against the arena floor as he twitched feebly. He was beyond feeling pain, now. The world had become a warm, wet haze of indistinct sensations and the faint rumble of the crowd.

Bonnie, incensed by the male's disgusting display, vented by thumping her heel into his swollen sac, viciously grinding the lumps against his pelvis again. This time, Harper didn't even whimper, instead just coughing and groaning where he lay. His balls rolled and squashed out underfoot, so swollen that they looked absurdly oversized for a male of his proportions.

Bunnie grinned, ears perked as she nudged the male with her own footpaw. "So... you satisfied now, Bon? You wreaked enough havoc on the poor guy, yet?"

The taller Lopunny circled around him, watching alertly for any signs of wakefulness. "Course not! I think he's STILL got a pair! How's that gonna look on our battle stats!?"

"Nnnhhhfffffuuuuck..." Harper writhed a bit, now that he was no longer trapped in an armlock, or underfoot. Oh Arceus, why couldn't he just pass out? He weakly clutched at his balls- although he really couldn't describe them as 'balls' anymore. They were more like... well, he wasn't really sure how he could describe then. Asymmetrical lumps of useless flesh? That sounded accurate. Even if they were still intact, he couldn't imagine that they would ever work again.

"Holy shit, he's STILL awake!" Bunnie seemed flabbergasted, her eyes wide and her jaw dropped. "For Arceus' sake, I dunno if I should start feelin' sorry for the guy or not!"

Bonnie snorted, before a crooked grin settled onto her muzzle. She circled behind the huddled male, grabbing his tail and roughly yanking his hindquarters higher into the air. "Course not. He's the one who agreed to this match, nobody forced him to. He wanted a quick pokebuck, and now he's gonna get a busted nut.

The Lopunny cocked her head, shoving the male's legs wide before she beckoned her sister over. "Or two."

Bunnie moved over to join the other female, grinning just a bit as she surveyed the fallen 'mon. He was face-down and drooling against the floor, with his butt raised high in the air and his legs kicked wide to leave his dangling bits well exposed. He was helpless to resist, but she could make out a pleading expression in the one watering eye that was peering up at her.

"Yeah, okay. I guess you've got a point. Still..." She hesitated, licking her lips. "After all this, I was really kind'a looking forward to double-teaming him in the showers. You know, uh, helping him find out if they still worked or not..."

Bonnie smirked, winking down at the helpless male. "Well hey, he might still be up for that. I hear they can work wonders at the Pokecenter these days..." The Lopunny snuck another glance at the judges, one ear perked upright. She could see that the delay was apparently wearing on at least one of them, so she hurried along.

"Alright, let's do this! You want to do this with paws, shins, or feet?" Bonnie flexed her paw, as if crushing an imaginary nut, then kicked her foot a bit, shin pressing surprisingly lightly to the male's puppymakers. She lowered her leg again, flexing one of her oversized rabbit-feet as she drummed her toes against the ground.

Bunnie grinned right back, brightening as she hooked a foot under the male. "Feet. Definitely feet. I love doing it paws-on, but this bastard almost gave me a hand-cramp last time I tried that!"

The taller Lopunny hooked her foot under the male as well, and the two of them worked together to roll him over onto his back. Remarkably, they could see that he was clearly trying to muster up some energy, some desperate last bit of resistance, but given his state the most he could manage was a few sparks and hissing pops of static.

"Aww, havin' trouble getting it up?" Bonnie leered. "Don't worry, hun, it can happen to anyone. No need to feel inadequate. I call lefty!" And with that, she leaned down to grab ahold of the male's left leg, hefting it up and outward.

"Mmm, I dunno," Bunnie giggled, taking up a position beside her sister. "He's... well, I know it's just yer pheromones, but he's still got THIS going on..." She nudged the male's mostly-hard length with her thick toes, curling them deftly about the sizable shaft and giving it a few brisk tugs. The Jolteon didn't seem particularly grateful for the attention, but she gave him a few more tugs anyway.

Bonnie nudged her sister lightly with her elbow, tongue stuck out. "Save it for after the fight, Bun. We've got some eggs to scramble."

Bunnie sighed wistfully at that, reluctantly pulling her footpaw away from the male's stiff member before she reached down to snag his right leg at the ankle. She mimicked her sister's motion as she lifted it up and outward. "Yeah, yeah. Sorry hun. Just business."

"And pleasure," the taller Lopunny crooned as she settled one footpaw over the male's left testicle. Rolling it under her heel, she bounced lightly up and down on it for a few seconds as she tested her footing.

"Right, and pleasure." Bunnie giggled in agreement, her sympathy disappearing in an instant as she slipped one of her footpaws up to settle atop the canine's right nut. Like her sister, she rolled it lightly underfoot, although she favored using the ball of her foot instead of her heel - close enough to her toes that she could grip and squeeze a bit at his sac.

Harper uttered a soft whimper, his ears skewed as he twitched and squirmed feebly under the two femme'mon, but he was resigned to his fate. He managed to find his voice, a faint and wavering soprano. "Oohhh, Arceus, j-... just make it quick...!"

Bonnie smirked, shrugging her shoulders. "Sure thing, hun."

Bunnie grinned broadly, bobbing her head in avid agreement. "You're the boss!"

And then they both bore down, leaning forward as they pushed as much weight as they could onto their respective testicle. Harper, long inured to the sweet agony of testicular torment, suddenly found himself overwhelmed again as Bunnie and Bonnie both renewed their attack on his manhood in tandem. His voice abruptly found once more, he uttered a plaintive howl as sharp agony blossomed once more, spiking upward in intensity until it was beyond what he thought was possible!

The orbs, one caught beneath Bonnie's heel and the other beneath Bunnie's toes, quivered violently like water balloons caught in a press. Harper bucked violently - or as violently as he could still manage - but that only made things worse as his sac stretched and pulled against the footpaws that were keeping his increasingly flat gonads pinned firmly to the ground.

A few seconds passed, and the canine's howl pitched upward until it was a shrill shriek, his eyes rolled back until the pupils had disappeared. Perhaps sensing that her time was limited, that the male had finally been pushed to the edge, the taller of the two lapines redoubled her effort! Her foot waggled back and forth as if to wave goodbye to the Jolteon's manhood, her soft toes brushing against the underside of the male's shaft as she really ground her heel in!

Bunnie followed suit, first grinding her toes against her own captive teste, then lifting her other foot entirely as she settled all of her hundred-and-twenty pound frame onto it! Bonnie, not to be outdone, tried settling her entire weight onto one foot as well, but-

*Squelch!*

And like that, it was over. Bonnie, her footing unstable at best, stumbled off of the male as he gave one last thrust of his hips. Bunnie, on the other hand, stayed right atop that orb she was crushing underfoot - and crushed it was, flattening out entirely 'neath the ball of her foot like flattened piece of clay. Harper's cock, still mostly hard, twitched and spasmed a few times before it sprayed thick ribbons of his impotent seed across the shorter Lopunny's wriggling toes, and then it fell still. He fell still.

Bunnie panted hard, slowly settling her weight back onto both feet as she gingerly ground her foot a bit more against that flattened gonad. Her eyes drifted back up to the male's face, but this time he wasn't looking back - instead, he was blissfully unaware, and still but for labored breathing and some feeble twitching.

"Charmeleon and Jolteon have fainted! Team Lopunny wins!" The Kyogre judge, the largest of the three referees, shouted out the verdict in a booming voice - echoed a split second later by the Furret in the announcer's booth. The Kyogre seemed a bit out of breath even as she made the announcement. Heck, so did the Furret for that matter.

"Shit!" Bonnie spoke up, her face flushed as she groped at the male's sac with a paw. "Fuck! Shit! He's still got this one!" She almost seemed ready to dig her thumbs back into it, to finish the job she had started, but the referees quickly intervened and she reluctantly relinquished her hold.

"Mmm," Bunnie smiled as she watched the nurses load the males onto stretchers. The charmeleon was a total loss, completely nutted, but the verdict on the Jolteon confirmed Bonnie's prognosis. He still had one nut intact, although it was swollen to three times its normal size. "Well. I guess this means we'll get to meet up with him in the showers, after all..."

Bonnie rolled her eyes, straightening back up as she gave the crowd a few waves as they began to filter out. "Ugh, fiiine. But... that'll be a while. How about we just meet up with him in the pokecenter. Maybe they'll let us help with his, uh... physical therapy."

Bunnie grinned broadly, tongue flicking over her buck teeth. She seized her sister's arm, tugging her eagerly toward the locker room in the direction the nurses had gone. "Perfect! Perfect! Let's gooooo-ooo!"

The taller Lopunny smirked a bit, head tilted back as she watched the last of the instant replays flickering across the overhead screens. A close-up of two lapine footpaws, grinding away between the male's legs was playing. Bonnie absently slid her hand down against her own swollen nethers, stumbling after her sister as she let her imagination wander back over the rest of the bout... "Fine, okay! But... nn... let's hurry!"

"Hee, you've got it, Bon!"

And the both hurried off, a distinctly eager bounce to their step.