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“Vision! Use Stomp!” Said a man with blonde hairs and green eyes, and the Girafarig roared its own name as it charged and tried to stomp on its adversary. The Ariados, however, jumped out of the way, and then its own owner said:

“Ariados! Use Sludge Bomb!”

The Ariados let out several balls of purple, bubbling goop into the Girafarig, which was ordered by its trainer to dodge out of the way, what it did. However, one of the slugged globs was too fast, and it hit it in the flank, causing the giraffe-Pokémon to cry out in pain, as it could feel the venomous substance burning its skin and infecting it with its bile.

Meanwhile, a crowd roared as they saw this.

A whole crowd of humans watching the two Pokémon fight, as a voice coming out of speakers narrated everything that was happening.

The Girafarig was not sure of what they were saying. It could not fully understand the words of the human voice speaking as it limped and looked at the Ariados. And it certainly could not understand the words of the crowd, which was basically just making noise and screeching as they cheered for the battle, and for the respective Pokémon that were fighting.

All that mattered were the words of the trainer. The words that told it to use specific attacks, to fall back and to charge forth upon command. Those were the only words that mattered whenever it was facing another Pokémon.

That and the sound that came after the battle was over and it was still standing.

“Hold on, Vision!” The human said, referring to the Girafarig by its name. The concept of name was one that the Pokémon did not grasp completely. However, it has learned that, when the human said “Vision”, it was talking to it or about it. That was what its brain could catch from the many hours of training and the many battles.

So, the battle, continued, and the Girafarig continued to fight, while avoiding the String Shots of the Ariados, as well as its Pin Missile attack. Not to mention the Sludge Bomb, which already made some damage. Not to mention that its Agility made it hard to hit a move.

And, as if that was not bad enough, the effects of the poison that the last Sludge Bomb caused was making it harder and harder to stand.

However, the Girafarig held strong. It had strong for it knew that it had to. Both for itself and for its trainer. It trusted its trainer. It knew he had a plan.

“Now!” The human said, as he finally saw the opening. “Vision, use Hypnosis!”

Vision did, opening its eyes wide as they glowed in a blue light. The Ariados looked eyes with it, and then, in a matter of seconds, the spider-like Pokémon had its eyes closed as it slept soundly, not budging to the words of the human desperately trying to wake it up.

“Now! Use Nightmare!”

Girafarig’s eyes turned completely black, as it inflicted a terrible dream over its victim. A dream that drained its vitality faster than the poison was draining the Girafarig’s.

“Now, use Rest!” The human commanded, and Girafarig fell asleep, magically recovering all of its lost vitality, and even managing to wake up before the Ariados, in time to be ordered to use “Stomp” once more.

With that, the Ariados was rendered unconscious, this time for real, and the Girafarig knew it was the moment to stop.

They had won.

Just a few minutes later, the Girafarig was standing on top of a podium by the side of it’s trainer, who was holding a trophy on his hands while the crowd cheered for them.

“We did it again, Vision!” The human said, very happy. “Five years in a row!”

The trainer was very happy. Girafarig was too. It was happy because its master, whom it cared for and loved, was happy. However, it was also happy for the crowd all cheering for it. It picked up how much the trainer loved when the crowd was cheering for them. It learned to love it. It learned to desire it and earn for it.

That was why it always fought so hard to achieve victory, and why it always would.

It wished they could remain like that forever.

However, that was the moment when everything changed.

The lights of the whole stadium started going crazy. The speakers on the place, which before emitted the voice of a human, now emitted all manners of garbled, distorted and whispering voices, all of it too unintelligible for anyone to make sense of them.

The cheering had died down, and it was giving place to sounds of confusion, as everyone was surprised by what was happening.

The Girafarig was confused as well. Then, it went on guard, as it felt something approaching.

The wall of light came, washing through the whole place like a tidal wave, and causing many people around to scream in surprise and in fear.

“Vision!” The blonde human said, as he dropped the trophy, forgetting about it completely, and instead focusing on his Girafarig, hugging it and shielding it with his body in an instinctual act of protection.

However, that act did nothing to stop the wall of light, which washed over the two of them.

It did nothing to the human, as he felt no difference on himself after it passed.

The Girafarig, however...

Twelve years later

The crowd roared at the last attack. They roared in excitement at the battle that was developing on the center of the stage, all of them were watching intently to what was happening down there, as the two competitors continued to fight each other.

However, this battle was not like the ones that same stadium used to see over a decade ago.

For starters, there were no humans present, barking commands at the two fighters. They were both fighting on their own, each one deciding their own moves and simply doing them while waiting to see what the adversary would do next and being ready to react to whatever move they tried to pull.

Yes, pokémorph battles were much different from Pokémon battles. However, for those who remembered the times before the Great Change, they were also strikingly similar...

For one, there was the fact that there were not humans giving instructions to the two fighters. Each one of them just decided which moves to make and went along with it. Both were putting quite the show for the audience, as the Blaziken pokémorph with yellow shorts and bandages on his hands and feet used a combination of Fire Punch and Blaze Kick on his enemy, a Nidoqueen wearing form-fitting dark pants and sports bra.

Pokémorph battling was an inclusive sport by nature, so there was no division in female or male battles, you faced whoever came to you on the field, and you didn’t hold back. Doing so was considered disrespectful towards your opponent.

The Nidoqueen certainly didn’t held back, as she used Iron Tail and Hyper Beam, with the occasional use of Attract to try and get her male opponent to become so infatuated with her that he would not be able to fight. However, this Blaziken, despite being a newbie to competitive battling, was not one to fall for those old tricks. He would quickly jump out of the way, using a combination of his natural jumping capacity with his fighting style, as well as some moves that were not “moves”, but only your average martial arts, which were now an integrated part of competitive battling.

You could say that those were now basically MMA fighting with special moves. Either way, those attracted as much attention from the public as they did before the Great Change, as every single human and pokémorph on the stadium was going crazy as the battle continued with amazing moves and blows from both participants.

At one moment, it seemed that the Nidoqueen was going to win, as she pinned Blaziken down, and then was about to deliver a Hyper Beam right to his face at point-blank. However, the Blaziken would not be easily falling, and he managed to escape by headbutting the Nidoqueen hard on the forehead and using this chance to deliver a double Blaze Kick right to her stomach, sending her flying.

From there, he managed to shift the flow of battle to his favor, until the moment when he delivered a Blaze Kick to her face in a way just like the boy in Karate Kid (the newer version) did on the final battle. The Nidoqueen fell and she tried to get up, but she could not stand anymore.

“And, it is over, folks!” Said the voice coming from the speakers all over the stadium, the amplified voice being heard above the cheers of the crowd. “Lydia Bluescale can no longer continue fighting! This means that this is yet another victory for this season’s new star rookie! The winner is Valerian Flames!”

As the voice said that, the crowd all cheered as one for the winner of this round on the national competition. Valerian, the Blaziken pokémorph, lifted a blazing fist to the air, panting as he allowed himself to bask in yet another victory. As he did so, there was a medical crew came forward, formed by both humans and pokémorphs, to check on the Nidoqueen and make sure that she was doing alright. She was a bit shaken and pained, but she reassured them that she was fine, but they still insisted in doing their job and treating her bruises and wounds, as well as the slight burn marks.

After the battle, both Valerian and Lydia were talking to each other.

“You did well with that last kick in the end.” The Nidoqueen said to him, massaging her jaw, and the Blaziken rubbed the back of his head.

“Yeah, thanks... was it too hard? I was afraid I used more strength than I had to.”

“Believe me, if you had hit me with a soft blow, I would have made you pay.” She said, giving him a playful punch that was a that bit harder than it needed too, and it made the Blaziken rub his shoulder while letting out an “ouch”, and the two of them laughed.

Hey, this was all just friendly competition! No reason why they would resent each other after a battle. They were both good sports about it. Both the professional Nidoqueen with a few years on her back, and the newcomer Blaziken who had dreamed of being into a professional battler even before the Great Change happened.

Soon, they were meeting another figure as they both made their way out of the stadium, and this one smiled at the two of them.

“Now that was an impressive battle.” Said the Farigiraf looking at the two of them, wearing a set of clothes that had both the colors and brand of that specific fighter. He was, after all, famous and important enough to have his own brand.

“Good moves there, Lydia, too bad you lost. Better luck next year.”

“Still looking forward to our rematch.” Said the Nidoqueen, and then the Farigiraf turned to the Blaziken, who stiffed as the older, taller pokémorph talked to him and congratulated him for another victory and complimented him for that last move he did with the backflip and the kick, and this caused the Blaziken to stammer.

“T-t-thank you, Mr. Gallen, sir!” This made the Farigiraf chuckle.

“Please, call me Vision.” He said, and then the Blaziken stammered a bit more, before saying:

“C-c-call me Val.”

He was obviously nervous. Why would he not be? This was Vision Gallen! One of the most famous and most skilled champions of competitive battling! He was already a champion way before the Great Change happening, having been considered one of the strongest Pokémon of his region back on the day, and he was among the first ones to sign up as a candidate for the reinstating of the competitive battles a few years after the Great Change happened, what was, according to many, one of the most influential factors to improve the relations between humans and pokémorphs by making it a sport for the pokémorphs to take part in with their peers.

“So, guess this means you are officially qualified for the quarters. Quite impressive for a rookie.” Vision said to Val, and the Blaziken smiled nervously while rubbing the back of his head. “I look forward to facing you on the finals.”

Val tensed as he heard that.

For a moment, it was of nervousness, at the thought of facing Vision, the guy who won several prizes and championships, both before and after the Great Change, and who was considered as one of the best competitive battlers in the world. However, he then became giddy as he realized:

Vision thought he had an actual chance of making it to the finals.

“I-I look forward to that too...” Was all that Val could bring himself to say, and Vision nodded at him.

Soon, however, the kid was called by a human. He wore a red and golden jacket, with “COACH” emblazoned on the left breast.

“We gotta go, Val! You need to give that interview we promised the Lopunny reporter! That one who said you were cute and in who you have a crush!”

“M-Marvin!!!” Val said, his flames igniting and burning pink in embarrassment, before he rushed to meet his coach and manager.

Hey, this was a professional sport. Of course, the competitors would have their own coaches to make sure they remained in shape and manage their careers.

Curious fact about competitive pokémorph battles: while pokémorphs didn’t had the need for human trainers to stand outside of the ring barking orders to them for them to know what to do, their coaches were, in the vast majority, humans. Some say it was a reminiscent of the days when they were Pokémon being told what to do by their human masters.

As a matter of fact, in some cases, but not all, the coaches of the battlers were the very humans who used to be their masters back when they were Pokémon.

That was not the case with Vision...

His master had not lived long enough to see him become a professional battler, much to Vision’s grief.

However, Vision liked to think his master would be proud of him if he could see him now. If he could see how much he had grown and how far he had come since becoming a pokémorph. How he was beloved by the crowd and how he stood proudly before them just like he once stood by his master’s side.

Vision looked at the departing Val, as the Blaziken who talking to his coach, who laughed and said something back to them. It was obvious that they were close. And Vision caught himself thinking how lucky this boy was.

He was full of promise, and he could certainly become a professional. However, that was not why he was lucky.

He was lucky because he was becoming a professional battler over a decade after the Great Change. After the sport has been properly established by pioneers like Vision and others have paved the way to make it popular as it was now.

It had not been easy.

There had been resistance from humans, both the ones who were against pokémorphs being popular and of the ones who claimed that those were “gladiator shows that promoted pokémorphs hurting each other for the enjoyment of humans”.

Vision could scoff at the latter ones’ justification.

Gladiator shows for the enjoyment of humans.

Those poor sods had no idea what they were saying.

They had no idea of what Vision, like others, needed to go through on the first years after the Great Change.

Those were days Vision would be happy to forget.

Eight year ago, four years after the Great Change...

Vision was smoking.

This was a habit he had picked up since his transformation on a pokémorph.

He knew it was unhealthy, and that it was the type of a thing that a guy who did what he did should not be doing, once it could affect his performance. However, he didn’t care.

He simply could not bring himself to give two shits about it.

He had a pretty shitty day, and he had been needing a smoke since that morning, and there were not many places where a pokémorph could buy some cigars in this city. At least not the ones that had the same quality of the ones they gave him there.

Anywhere else would give him some old, cheap stuff, since the better ones were “just for humans”. Vision had grown used to that shit by now.

He sighed as he breathed out the smoke that he just breathed in, and then he looked up.

He was in a locker room. Around him were other pokémorphs, like himself. Males and females alike, all of them changing clothes together, and they seemed like they didn’t mind it. A voluptuous Spinarak was bending over, giving the guy behind her a gorgeous view of her bare butt, while an Electabuzz walked past her with his junk hanging free, and no one in that room really gave it a second look.

Some of the guys around could say that it was because they remembered the time when they didn’t needed clothes. But, in Vision’s opinion, it was because of the very thing that they did on that place that made them give up their sense of shame.

At least while they were in there.

“Man, I’m beat!” Said a voice that made Vision look to the side. He could see two Pokémon stumbling into the lockers. An Emboar and a Tyranitar, both naked and with bruises, even cuts, all over their bodies, stumbled into the lockers, one of them supporting himself in the other’s shoulder as the two males looked like they were both ready to go back home and sleep for the next two days.

“What a battle!” The Emboar said, “My butt is still on fire!”

“Yeah, sorry about that.” The Tyranitar said to him as he helped the fire pig limp to his own locker. “They told me to go rough on you and... well, you know how it goes, you gotta give the public what they want.”

“Yeah, I sure do...” The Emboar said, and he made the Tyranitar let him stop before Vision.

“Vi, there was a change in the schedule.” The porcine said to the giraffe pokémorph, who looked up at him. “The guy who was supposed to fight now got arrested after getting drunk and attacking some humans, and he is probably being beaten up by the cops by now. You will be going next against Lumi.”

Vision looked at him, and he nodded. He didn’t bother saying anything. There was no point to. He just lowered his head and took another drag of his cigar.

“Yeah, you will be in five minutes.” The Tyranitar said, “And, just so you know, the crowd is really riled up today...”

With that said, the two of them continued their way, leaving Vision to take a final drag of his cigar, before putting it out on the bench and getting up and walking to his locker.

“So, are you going up next, Vision?” Said someone behind him, a burly Raticate wearing a thong so small it was downright obscene. “So, any chance that we might see that ass of yours being handled as it should tonight?”

Vision ignored him, as he entered the combination on his locker and opened it. However, the Raticate did not relented.

“Well, I hope you save some for me later on.” He said, approaching the Girafarig from behind. “I’ll be glad to nurse that cute little but of yours back to health... before roughing it up myself.”

He had a smirk on his face as his hand reached forward, looking like it was about to touch Vision’s butt.

However, that was when the Tail came along.

It hissed like a snake and nearly bit the Raticate’s hand, forcing him to stumble back and chatter back at the Tail as it hissed at him. It was just a wild rat facing against a snake in the grass.

Vision, on his end, seemed completely unfazed by this.

“Beat it, Whiskers.” The Girafarig said with a cold voice, and the Raticate, seeing that thing still hissing at him and ready to bite his fingers off if he put them any closer than he should, had no choice but to leave.

“I’m still going to own your ass, Vision!” Whiskers the Raticate said, as he turned and left. This left Vision in peace to change clothes.

He removed his shirt and his jeans. Those were actually quite nice clothes. On the first two years, no one allowed pokémorphs even close to any stores. However, lately, with the rising of that pro-pokémorph movement, stores were starting to become more accepting of pokémorphs. At least they were not stopping them on the entrance and telling them to beat it because they did not sell things to “animals”.

Perhaps they came to realize that money is money, no mattering if it came from a human or a pokémorph. However, Vision had the impression that they were still holding up the good clothes for “actual people”. Also, the clothes were clearly not having the different bodies of pokémorphs in mind, as Vision needed to cut up a hole on the back of his pants for Tail.

He used them out of need when he was walking in. He just felt better wearing clothes, nearly as if he had been taught to wear them since he was little. However, in a place like that, he didn’t really minded clothes very much.

He still folded them carefully, as he minded taking good care of the clothes that costed him money, and then, he proceeded to put his “attire”.

Soon, Vision was wearing that skimpy, glittering pink speedo that hugged both his crotch and his ass pretty snuggly, leaving little to the imagination.

Vision looked down at this, and he sighed.

He looked up at his locker’s door and saw a picture in there.

The picture showed a human and a Pokémon. The human was blonde and of a light complexion. He was wearing brown shorts and a baby-blue shirt as he stood by the side of a Girafarig, holding a trophy on his hands as he smiled brightly, and the Girafarig by his side looked just as happy.

Vision could remember that.

Their first national championship.

The first trophy they won, back when Vision still went around on all fours, only saying the name of his own species and didn’t even knew what a trophy was.

They were so happy back then...

Vision had fond memories of his master.

He would always have.

He wished he was still there.

But, then he remembered himself where there was.

Vision looked down, a feeling of loss and bitterness filling him.

Bitterness towards humans.

Not his master. Never his master.

He was the only one who stood by him, after all.

He was clearly shocked and surprised for seeing Vision change. However, he never, not even for a fleeting second, considered turning his back on him. He stood by him all along. He helped him walk back home. He improvised some clothes for him to wear, and he stood by him as the rest of the world descent into chaos.

He protected him against the neighbors and against the humans who came their way, chasing them all off while making sure that Vision, as well as the rest of his Pokémon, now pokémorphs, were safe.

But then, they came with guns.

This time, it were the pokémorphs who acted on their master defense. However, against humans with guns, they didn’t have that much of an advantage.

Two of them were killed, Lyre the Primarina and Teo the Pigeotto. The others, including Vision, had to run. The others got lost along the way, each one running one direction, while their master helped Vision, who had been wounded on the leg, to run from the attacking humans.

To this day, Vision was not sure if they managed to escape alive or if they were killed like Lyre and Teo.

In the end, it were only him and Vision.

Then, it was only Vision.

“Run...” where he words to the Girafarig pokémorph as he bled from the gunshots that he took by jumping on the way. “Vision... you have to escape... you have to live and... and find happiness. You will be okay, I know you will... you are the star of my team... you’ve always been...”

Never in his life had Vision wanted to know any kind of healing move as on that moment.

Those were the last words that his master ever said to him before dying on his arms.

Vision wanted to cry. He wanted to help. He wanted to do anything for the one who raised him since he came out of his egg. However, they were coming for him, so his only choice was to run.

He ran as fast and far as he could. He continued running even as his legs hurt, his lungs burned, and his feet were festering with blisters.

And then, once he could no longer run, he broke down into tears.

From there, the Girafarig only tried to survive, like every other pokémorph.

Which eventually led him to this place.

His ear twitched as he caught distant sounds.

The sounds of the people who were waiting to see the show.

They were crying to “bring on the next bitches”. They did seem riled up.

They were riled up for action.

For blood and other things.

And Vision was going to be the one to give them what they wanted.

This was what he had been reduced to.

As a Pokémon, he had been a champion. However, as a pokémorph, he was nothing more than a source of entertainment for those depraved, sick bastards.

But, what could he do? Fighting was the only thing he was actually good at. He tried to get jobs, but no one gave him a decent job. And, if they did, they refused to give him a fair pay. There were no honest jobs for pokémorph. Especially those who had no “useful skills”, like Vision.

All he knew how to do was fight, and the only place where this kind of skill could be marketed was there.

A pretty great fall from grace, in Vision’s opinion.

In moments like that, Vision could nearly feel glad that his master was not there to see what he has come to.

It would have killed him to see his dear Vision like that.

Vision closed the door of his locker, perhaps a little harder than he needed to, and he walked out of the lockers, passing by some other pokémorphs on his way out, but he hardly paid more attention to them than most of them paid on him.

He had a fight to attend, and that was all that mattered.

“Oh, there you are!” Said a human as the Girafarig approached. “Took your sweet time, didn’t you? The guys are about to riot!”

The human was quite condescending to him, scolding him like a child... no, not a child. That would imply that he saw Vision as a person.

He talked to the Girafarig as if he was a dog.

And Vision simply ignored it and got in position, and that was enough for the human, who then told him to “put on a good show”.

Vision sighed, closing his eyes as he took a moment to steel himself and put his head on the game.

It was a thing he did while he still took part in actual battles, as it was his master tradition to gather his Pokémon before a battle and have they all close their eyes and take a deep breath to mentally prepare for a battle. This would be something that Vision would keep doing for many more years to come.

And then, once he prepared mentally, he walked into the stadium.

Well, calling it a stadium would be too kind, as the whole thing was actually some kind of arena. Originally, the place was supposed to be an illegal Pokémon battling ring. The kind of place where Pokémon would be tossed into to fight while not following the traditional rules of the official battles. A lot of Pokémon had ended up dying on that very same place. Especially with the “implements” that they usually put in place to “spice up” the battles.

They put the spikes tonight. Vision though as he saw the things that have been put in place, affixed to the ground firmly so they would not move. They were like small trees with all their leaves fallen, leaving behind long point, sharp-looking branches coming out of them.

Except that they were made of metal.

It would be very easy to get stabbed in one of those. Perhaps lose an eye. Or more.

“SORRY FOR THE DELAY, FOLKS!” Said a gruffy voice coming from the speakers. “BUT, NOW THAT OUR SECOND COMPETITOR ARRIVED, WE CAN START THE SHOW!”

“Finally!”

“Let’s rumble, baby!”

“Hey, that is not that Umbreon twink!”

“Where is the girly Umbreon fag who always wears panties!?”

“UNFORTUNATELLY, SHADOW THE UMBREON WILL NOT BE ABLE TO PARTICIPATE DUE TO SOME... PROBLEMS WITH THE LAW.” The announcer said, “SO, TAKING HIS PLACE, WE HAVE ANOTHER ONE OF THE CROWD’S FAVORITE! HE IS A FORMER NATIONAL CHAMPION, HAS A FLAWLESS VICTORY STREAK AND HE IS QUITE HANDSOME FOR A POKÉMORPH! HERE IS VISION THE GIRAFARIG!”

The crowd cheered. Well, you could call it a cheer, but it was only catcalls and some jeering.

Vision, on his end, ignoring them and instead focusing on the opponent that he would be facing.

“AND, FACING HIM, IS ANOTHER ONE WHO YOU ALL LOVE, AND AN ACQUITANCE OF VISION, AS THEY ALREADY HAD PAST DATES TOGETHER! LUMI THE LUXRAY!”

The crowd “cheered” a bit more for the other pokémorph, who was a Luxray with a swimmer-type body wearing an electric yellow jockstrap with a red lightning on the crotch. Unlike Vision, he was much more of a show-off, as he would strike a lot of poses for the crowd like a model, some of them quite provocative, especially the part when he turned around and flashed them his butt while raising his tail and spreading his cheeks with his hands.

This certainly succeeded into getting a rise out of the crowd, who seemed to become even more riled up than before as they watched this shameless display.

Yeah, Lumi really knew how to please the crowd. Made sense, once you took in consideration that, before the Great Change, he was a contest Pokémon.

And he was strong to booth.

However, Vision was sure that he could pull it out... again.

“Yoh, Vision!” Said the Luxray, making the Girafarig look at him. “I have been practicing! This time your ass will be mine for sure!”

Vision didn’t even dignify to answer to that. He just got into position, as well as Lumi, and they both looked at each other as the human judge in there with them counted from three to zero. Once he yelled “FIGHT”, they charged at each other.

Both were used to fight because of their past, and neither of them was a coward. They were not afraid of getting hurt or of playing rough. However, neither of them was a fool, as they did not charge forward without any plan in mind.

They both were prepared for this battle, as they both knew what would happen if they lost. So, they both put all they had into fighting.

Vision charged forward, and so did Lumi, and soon, the two of them were trading punches and kicks, each one trying to bring the other down and then wrestle them into submission. Vision had the advantage of being slightly stronger than the smaller Luxray, but Lumi more than made up for it in speed and nimbleness. This was enough to put them on a stalemate when it came to sheer strength.

Soon, it came the time for them to star using their moves.

Lumi’s main attack was, as usual, his Thunder Shock. Meanwhile, Vision tried to strike back with his Crunch attack, as Tail grew sharp, glowing fangs and tried to bite on the Luxray.

Vision did not know how to use Crunch back when he was a Pokémon, however, he learned it after a few years on the run. Luckily, it was still possible for pokémorphs to learn new techniques, although it was considerably harder now that places like Poké-Centers and training facilities were no longer open, as most of them was vandalized. However, there were some modified training facilities in the “Arena”, as well as instructional videos from before the Great Change, which made it possible for the Pokémon in there to learn new moves, if they so desired and if they had the capacity to learn said moves.

However, the fact remained that a pokémorph could only ever know four different moves at a time, and they needed to forget one of the moves they already knew in order to learn a new one.

Vision had to forget how to use Stomp in order to learn Crunch.

However, Lumi, once more, proved that he was not the type to be easily defeated. He moved around like a pro, and he dodged every single blow that Vision tried to deliver at him. However, in one of those attacks, Tail’s teeth came a bit too close for comfort, and Lumi caught himself with his jockstrap tore from his body.

“Oh, Arceus dammit!” Lumi said, as he looked down at his own naked body, his dick and balls hanging freely in the wind, but that was not what bothered him.

“That jockstrap s new!” The Luxray said to the Girafarig, who continued to look at him while Tail spat out the ruined garment. “Oh, now I am getting you for this!”

And that was when Lumi started attacking with Play Rough. This proved to be a great move, for soon he was dancing around Vision in a speed that was honestly baffling even of an experience fighter. The attacks seemed to be coming from everywhere at once, as the energy surged through Lumi’s body and caused him to move faster and stronger than he would in most other occasions.

For a minute there, Vision was overwhelmed, until he finally managed to react by grasping Lumi and slamming him into the ground, before straddling on the waist of the naked Luxray and starting to pummel down on him.

This was not a move, it was only a Girafarig punching down on a guy, but it got a rise out of the crowd as well.

They just wanted to see two pokémorphs going at each other “like the animals they were”. This seemed to be what put them on the mood.

Vision could not understand fully, except for the fact it was a twisted version of how it used to be, back when Pokémon battling was something innocent, even childish, to be done between partners and friends.

Vision felt anger as he remembered this, and he used this anger as a fuel for the violence he was ditching into Lumi, even though he honestly liked the Luxray.

However, the Luxray was not one to just take this laying down.

One strong Thunder Shock was enough to knock Vision back, making him land on his back, but soon move to get up, as well as Lumi.

That was when the Girafarig used what everyone knew was his main technique: Hypnosis.

However, just as he did, Lumi put both of his furry hands forward, creating a dome-like protection before him, which glowed on the same shade of blue as Vision’s eyes, completely blocking the move he just tried to use.

Vision was surprised, even shocked, by this.

When did Lumi learned Protect!?

However, that was not the only surprise. Lumi smirked, as he took advantage from Vision’s shock to once more put his hands forward, causing electricity to spark from them. However, instead of hooting a lighting forward, he created a ring of pure electricity, and it expanded as it advanced, until it was encompassing the entirety of Vision’s body, vanishing on contact, and leaving the Girafarig unable to move as all of his muscles tensed, and he could not even speak, as his jaw clenched shut.

Vision was paralyzed.

The crowd went wild at this, as they saw the electricity crackling over the body of the Girafarig, and they knew that he was a sitting duck one. The victory was Lumi’s, and they all knew what this meant.

Lumi, on his end, walked to Vision, how was unable to move a muscle, while the naked Luxray placed his hands on his bare chest, and ran then over it, even taking a moment to touch and gently pinch his nipples, what caused Vision to blush.

“Say, Vision...” Lumi said, a smirk on his lips as he toyed with his prey. “Did you like my Thunder Wave? I decided to learn it after the Boss told me I needed some way of leaving my adversaries helpless, because the audience would like more.”

“Looking at you now, I’d say it works like a charm.” Lumi said, moving his hands down Vision’s chest, and around his belly area. Then he hooked his fingers on the waistband of his speedo. “It was a good call learning it for my battle with you along with Protect. Totally worth forgetting how to use Light Screen and Agility.”

For a moment, it seemed as if he was going to lower the garment. However, Lumi simply removed his thumbs from there, and went back to exploring Vision’s body with his hands.

“So, I guess I win. And we both know what this means, no?” As he said that, he walked around Vision, running a hand over him as he was now behind the Girafarig, hugging him from behind. Vision could feel Lumi’s bare dick slapping against his cheeks, and he could feel it getting hard. “Gotta say, my friend, I am glad that I will be your first... well, not your ‘first’ first, but you get the drill...” He whispered in Vision’s ears, once more finding Vision’s nipples and teasing them, he knew that was enough to make the Girafarig blush.

“Hey! Quite teasing!” Said someone in the crowd. “This is not why we came here! Just fuck that fucking giraffe already!”

The whole public agreed with whoever it was that talked. They were all clamoring for them to “just go on with it”. Lumi sighed.

“Well, you gotta give the people what the people want...” Lumi said, as he placed his hands in Vision’s shoulders and applied downwards force. Unable to fight back, Vision’s body gave in to the force, his knees buckling as he was forced to a kneeling position, with Lumi murring as he nuzzled and kissed his neck, before he applied a little more force, just enough to make Vision bend over and lay his chest on the ground.

Tail twitched, hissing weakly as it tried to wrap itself around Lumi’s arm, only to be easily shaken off. Lumi had no problem to reach Vision’s speedo and, this time, he actually pulled it down, revealing the Girafarig’s bare ass as he slid that glittering garment down his knees, and then down his legs, until he removed it and tossed it aside.

“Hmmm, I’ve seen your ass on the lockers so many times, and now I finally get to see it in the arena...” He said, as he groped the downer pokémorph’s cheeks and spread them. In doing that, he revealed something shiny in Vision’s tailhole.

“Oh!” Lumi said, as he casually reached out, grabbing the base that was sticking out of Vision’s butt and, with a firm tug, he pulled the object out of his ass, revealing it was a bullet-shaped object.

“You are wearing the butt-plug I gave you.” Lumi said, looking at the object of blue stainless steel. “Oh, Vision...” He said, and he brought the object closer to his face, and then ran his tongue over it, tasting the musky flavor of a pokémorphs tailhole, alongside the flavor of the water and oran-berry based lube.

Each action made the crowd all the more riled up for the “main event”, albeit some of them thought that Lumi was nasty for licking something that had been in someone’s else’s ass. None of them noticed that the sparks running up and down Vision’s body had stopped. Not even Lumi, at least, until he noticed how limp Vision had become all of a sudden.

Wait... Lumi thought. Is he... snoring...? OH, CRAP!

He realized, a bit too late, that Vision had just used Rest.

Now, using a move that caused the user to fall asleep in a battle that could have that kind of development could seem like a dumb idea, but not when the pokémorph in question had the Early Bird ability.

This was the very ability that made for the perfect use of Rest back when Vision was a Pokémon, and it still served him right as a pokémorph.

In the moment Lumi noticed what was happening, Vision’s eyes snapped open, as he was fully awake, his body felt refreshed and healed, and he could move again.

Tail shot up, hissing as it wrapped around Lumi’s neck like a constrictor boa, at the same time that Vision’s legs wrapped around the Luxray’s waist. Lumi tried freeing himself, but Vision was not about to let him have this advantage after he came so close to winning. By planting his hands on the ground, Vision lifted both himself and Lumi from the ground, before falling over and slamming the Luxray face-first in the hard, stony ground.

Lumi was bleeding from the nose after this, but he didn’t think his nose was broken. Vision could have kept the hold on him, but he didn’t want to risk being hit by a Thunder Shock, so he backed away as fast as he could.

However, Lumi was not going to let him just back away like that. His dick had already gotten half-hard at the prospect of getting to be the one to claim Vision’s ass, and he was not about to let the Girafarig blue-ball him.

He charged at Vision, once more making use of his Play Rough move, and this time he went for it with a vengeance. In the course of a minute, Vision’s body, healed by the effects of Rest, was once more covered in bruises.

Lumi’s plan was to overwhelm Vision until he could use another Thunder Wave, and this time he would make sure to do what he had to do before the Girafarig could use Rest again. He still could not believe that he forgotten about that!

However, that would not be the only Psychic-Type move getting on the way of his plans today.

Lumi’s moves came to a sudden halt, as all of a sudden, the air around his arms and legs was taken by an iridescence as they were held in place. Lumi was shocked, and he looked as his arms and legs were forced into a new position as they were enveloped with iridescence and the Luxray was lifted on the air.

He then looked at Lumi, to see his eyes emitting a white glow.

“You are not the only one who learned a new move recently.” Vision said to him, “I hardly ever used Nightmare anymore, anyway...”

With that, it was Vision’s turn to trash Lumi. He could have just learned Psychic recently, but he proved to be able to use it like a pro. The Luxray was tossed around like a ragdoll, being punished by the Girafarig and getting a lot of bruises on his body as he was slammed into the ground, made to punch himself, and even got dragged along the hard floor.

“Ohhhhhhh, fuuuuuuuck...” Lumi said as he groaned in pain, his body feeling sore after this. That was when he was forced back onto his feet, and he was met with Vision’s face.

His eyes were once more glowing. This time, however, they were glowing blue.

Lumi didn’t stood a chance. His own eyes glowed blue, and then, the same blue glow transferred itself to Lumi’s own red eyes, making they take on a purplish hue.

Now, here is the thing about Hypnosis, in its most basic form, it only put others to sleep. It was like a “default setting”. That was what it did back on the days when pokémorphs were Pokémon, and it still did when used on the most basic ways. However, once a pokémorph, a being with a much more complex thought process than a Pokémon, learned to truly used Hypnosis, then he could make much more interesting things.

Vision sighed as he saw the slack expression on the Luxray’s face and knew that he had him under his control. He sighed, and then he turned around, not hesitating for one second to give his back to the hypnotized Lumi as he fell to his knees.

Vision picked up the butt-plug that Lumi removed from his ass, and that the Luxray himself had given to him as a “good luck charm”, and he unlatched it as he walked back to Lumi. In doing so, he revealed that the butt-plug was hollow. Inside of it, just as Vision had put it hours later, was a single cigar.

“Light it.” Vision said to the kneeling Lumi, and the Luxray looked at him for two or maybe three seconds, before slowly lifting his hand. A small spark of electricity flew from his fingers right into the tip of the cigar, burning it and lighting it up as Vision sucked in, drawing the smoke from the tip as it burned.

Vision let out the smoke as he stood before Lumi, who was still on his knees with a slack expression. He looked down at Lumi and, once more, he could not help but think how cute the Luxray looked like that...

“Hey! What are you waiting for!?” Someone on the crowd above asked as they looked down on them. “You’ve already won! Just give this bitch the punishment he deserves!”

“Plow him hard!”

“Ruin him!”

“Don’t hold back!”

“Punish that fag for losing!”

Vision looked up at all of them, and he knew what they all wanted, and that they would not be satisfied if they didn’t get it.

And, if they didn’t got satisfied, then neither him nor Lumi would be paid.

With a sigh, Vision reached forward, grasping Lumi’s head fur with his hand and forcing the Luxray to look him in the eyes.

Then, he said his next command:

“Worship me.”

And Lumi did what he was commanded to do. He had little choice when Vision literally forced his face against his crotch. He could soon feel the Luxray’s tongue bathing his privates, earnestly licking his dick and his balls.

It was hard to focus with the crowd cheering, but he managed to shut out their shouts and the jeering, and focused only on the feeling of being serviced by another person, a feeling that has become so familiar to him since the first time he came to this place and started doing this kind of thing.

He barely even minded that there were people watching him. He was a far cry from the shy mess that he was on his first time, and that nearly got booed out of the arena by the cruel crowd of humans. Those were bad memories that Vision forced himself to shut down, as they would prevent him from getting hard and doing what he needed to do.

However, it was hard not to get hard when, even under the effects of Hypnosis, Lumi was incredibly good in sucking dick.

Vision was even able to throw his head back and moan, quite unashamedly, as he was serviced by the Luxray, and he soon was getting fully hard.

He pulled the Luxray away from his dick, which he was licking quite earnestly, only to force said dick in Lumi’s mouth, causing him to choke around it.

“Suck.” Vision commanded, and the Luxray did as it was commanded of him. Vision felt the vacuum of that mouth sucking on his dick hard, and he started to fuck it nearly immediately, using his grip on Lumi’s head to use his mouth like a sex toy, making the Luxray produce loud, gargling sounds as he had that dick shoved in and out of his mouth and throat, and he still continued to suck on it like a pro cock-hungry slut.

The crowd, while pleased, seemed to want more, as one of them was willing at him to “ruin that fucking bitch!”, and everyone unanimously agreed with him.

Vision sighed as he heard that.

Of course, they would not be satisfied with just seeing two pokémorphs beating each other and then fucking. This was only part of it.

They wanted to see a pokémorph being abused. Being humiliated and disgraced. They wanted to see a pokémorph being ruined and rutted like an animal, because they believed that this was what pokémorphs were and would always be, and that they should pay the price for daring to try and act as if they were people.

Vision knew that this was what they all thought. He didn’t need to read any of their minds to know that.

With this in mind, the Girafarig decided to try something that he knew would please them.

Using his Psychic once more, Vision caused Lumi to move suddenly, as he used a telekinetic grip on his ankles to force them up. This resulted in Lumi’s bare butt landing on the ground before the legs being lifted caused his tailhole to be exposed for the crowd to look, all the while Lumi continued to suck on Vision’s dick, as if oblivious to what was happening as he continued to follow the instructions given to him while in a hypnotic state.

“Lumi...” Vision commanded, causing the ears of the Luxray to perk in attention, as he immediately knew that a new command was coming. “Finger yourself.”

Lumi obeyed this command, as one of his hands moved to his tailhole. First, he removed the butt-plug he had on his ass, which was still glistening with lube (Vision knew immediately that, albeit Lumi came expecting to win, he was prepared in case he didn’t, just like Vision himself), and then he shoved his fingers inside of his tailhole and started to pump them in and out of his ass vigorously.

The moaning of the Luxray as he sodomized himself added to the pleasure that Vision was experiencing from having his dick sucked. He allowed himself to moan as he grasped on Lumi’s head even harder, and he started pistoning his dick in and out of that warm and moisty mouth with short, but powerful, movements of his hips.

Lumi continued to moan and chock around that dick as his mouth was fucked. He didn’t even need to receive orders from Vision to continue fingering himself. Not only he kept his two fingers moving in and out of his tailhole, but he also added a third finger, and then a fourth, until eventually...

“Holy fuck! The slut is shoving his entire fist on his ass!”

The crowd was going wild at this point, and Vision ventured himself to look.

He saw as Lumi’s entire hand, all the way to his wrist, was now inside of the Luxray’s asshole, moving slightly in short pumping motions.

Vision was unsettled by this sight, but also a little impressed, and definitely more aroused than before.

Lumi was certainly a pro when it came to take up the ass, just as much as he was with sucking dick. Vision even felt like he should give him some kind of reward...

He didn’t need to think of what kind of reward give to him, however, because Tail beat him to it. Its brain could be too small to think, but it was still lured by any smell that could be alluring.

Like the smell of the copious amount of pre that was coming out of Lumi’s hard dick.

Tail followed the scent, and soon it was lapping at the pre that was coming out of the dick, before eventually opening its mouth and taking the dick in its mouth, sucking hard.

This only served to make Lumi moan even louder around Vision’s dick and suck him even harder, much to Vision’s enjoyment.

Well, we say enjoyment, but he knew that he would not be able to truly enjoy it on the situation they were in now, surrounded by humans who were yelling and jeering at him, telling them to keep fucking and calling them “filthy animals” and stuff.

That was why Vision tried to pretend they were not there. To pretend that it was only him and Lumi. Only two pokémorphs having sex because they wanted, and not because they wanted to entertain a crowd of depraved humans who delighted in seeing them fuck as much as they enjoyed seeing them bleed.

He managed to shut them down just enough that he could actually enjoy the feeling of being sucked by the Luxray, and he eventually came.

He grunted as he gripped on Lumi’s head and shoved his dick as deep as he could down his throat as he came, sending his cum deep into the gullet of the pokémorph he was breeding, as the Luxray continued to choke around his dick and suck like an obedient slut.

Vision’s orgasm lasted for nearly a whole minute, before he eventually pulled out with a sigh. And it was right on time, because Lumi’s throat had been starting to convulse around his dick from airlessness.

The Luxray gasped, moaning like a poor bitch as he still had cum dripping from his lips and tongue. Vision looked down on him, seeing how much he was moaning, and then he placed his cigar right over his mouth and taped on it, causing the ass to land directly on the Luxray’s tongue.

The crowd really liked that.

And Lumi too, if you take in consideration that this was the exact moment when he orgasmed. Of course, he was also fisting himself and being sucked by Tail, so it was debatable if it was having his mouth used as an ashtray that actually triggered his orgasm.

By the time his orgasm ended, Lumi was shivering, and that was when Vision released the telekinetic grip on his legs, letting them fall back, what resulted in his fist slipping free from his ass. Tail also let go of his dick after swallowing all of the cum from Lumi’s orgasm, as for where the cum went after being swallowed by Vision’s tail_... well the Girafarig actually tried_ not to think about it.

Well, I guess that’s it. Vision thought. Time to leave the stage...

And Vision did, but he put on a show until the end. He dragged Lumi out by the hair, nearly as a caveman who snagged himself a woman and was taking her to his cave to do as he pleased. This served to make the crowd cheer even louder, with many of them already asking for the next battle...

“Lumi. Lumi!” Vision said, as he slapped the Luxray’s face. He had to do it a few times before the Luxray blinked, the blue hue that was making his eyes purplish vanishing and causing him to look at the Girafarig, blinking as if he just woke up from a dream.

“Huh? Wha-? Whassup?” Lumi said, and he realized that he was no longer on the arena. Instead, he was on the lockers. That was when he understood what happened.

It happened before, after all.

Vision was known for the use of his Hypnosis, and Lumi already fought him before, and each one of the fights ended around the same way as that one.

“Sorry about that, by the way.” Vision said to the Luxray, who said that it was okay, and that he had actually enjoyed it.

“I don’t remember anything that happens while I am under the effect.” Lumi said to him, “But I have to say, I know that I always feel quite good when I snap out of it.”

The Luxray was smirking as he said that, and Vision could even smirk back at him.

At least Lumi enjoyed himself, even if deep under trance.

“Well, it is good that you two enjoy the work I pay you to do.” Said someone approaching them. It was a human, fat and bald, and with a characteristic smell that the pokémorphs with a sensitive nose could find quite unpleasant.

They didn’t really know his name, as everyone called him “Boss”. He was the manager of that whole place, and the one who ran the entire show. The ringleader, if you wanted to think it that way.

And he was the one who gave each of the pokémorphs who fought and fucked on the arena their payment.

Like he was doing to both Lumi and Vision now.

The two pokémorphs were glad to receive the fat wads of cash from the fat, smelly human. They both knew that this was just a fraction from what Boss was getting from the amount those degenerates who came to the place paid him, but none of them would complain if it meant they got enough money to get by.

“Bet you guys never imagined having all this money back when you were Pokémon, huh?” Boss said to the two of them. “You probably just watched your masters count the money they got by making you guys fight. You did as well, right, Vision? Just sit there and watch as that Kevin guy counted the prize money?”

Vision paused.

“Kenny.” The Girafarig said, “My master’s name was Kenny Gallen.”

The look on his face was cold as he said that, and that actually made the Boss a little intimidated, until he reminded himself that he was the one calling the shots, and that he could just threaten the Girafarig with his job if he crossed the line. That usually served to put the pokémorphs on their place.

It was not as if they had any other place that would hire them and pay as well as he did.

“Yeah, whatever. Anyways, you did well on the arena today, Vision.” The Boss told him. “But, I have been hearing that the crowd has been saying that you always wins because of your Hypnosis, and that some of them really want to see the ‘undefeated Vision’ get his ass railed, for a change. So, for your next fight, I’ll be fixing you up with a Dark-Type. Just giving a heads up.”

To that, Vision showed no visible reaction, he only shrugged and said “whatever”, and that was it.

The two pokémorphs left the arena through the backdoor after changing back to their everyday clothes and carrying their bags over their shoulders. Lumi wished Vision a goodnight as he walked back to his home, and Vision took the way back to his own.

On the way back home, Vision took a bus, sitting on the back as he looked through his phone, an old and cheap model that he bought from the streets, checking things on the internet, with more news of the advances of pokémorph/human interaction thanks to the pro-pokémorph movement that has been gaining strength ever since Canaleve’s Massacre.

They spoke volumes about their progress, and Vision, on his end, could only snort at this.

What a progress. The kind where pokémorphs who used to be proud fighters like Vision now could only get a job on those underground arenas, where they had to act as a mix between gladiators and porn stars if they wanted to have enough money to pay their bills.

However, there was nothing that Vision could do about it.

That was just life, and there were no signs of it changing anytime soon.

Oh, how wrong he was...

On the next day, Vision woke up before the sun rose, as he usually did every morning.

He was up and about in minutes, and he put on some light clothes and left his small and cheap apartment to make his morning exercises, which included jogging, push-ups, sit-ups and some practice with his moves. All of it geared towards keeping him on top shape.

This was another remnant of his times as a battling Pokémon, when Kenny made Vision wake up early so they could train and keep themselves in top form for the next great competition that would come.

Vision had come to enjoy the times they spent together training, and he missed having his master by his side training with him. Just like he missed many things about him.

On the early to late morning, Vision made a pause, as he walked to a nearby café to have breakfast.

He was lucky for finding a place that didn’t minded that he was a pokémorph, and who accepted him enough they gave him decent food in exchange for his money, and not just old, expired coffee and moldy bread.

As Vision sat by the counter to eat, casually ignoring the looks that some of the humans of the place gave his way, a couple humans were sitting by his side, and they were discussing.

“I’m telling you, they will not stop until pokémorphs have all the same rights as humans.” Said one of them to the other. “They have all of those initiatives, including professionalizing classes to teach them jobs, and they also want for pokémorph children to be accepted in schools.”

“Yeah, I heard about all of that.” The other human said, “And now there is more this.” He slapped the newspaper he had been reading. “They are trying to bring Pokémon battles back!”

Vision was about to take another bite of his sandwchi, but he stopped as he heard that, his ear twitching.

“Something about this initiative serving to integrate pokémorphs to society by rescuing something that they and humans enjoyed together.”

“Wait, for real?” Said the other man? “As in, put a team of pokémorphs under the command of a human and have him battle another?”

“No, not like that.” The other human said. “It seems they will change it a bit so the pokémorphs can act independently. You know, to show people that they are thinking beings that can make their own decisions and not just beasts who rely on humans for commands? They plan to make it into a sport for pokémorphs to play, kind of like boxing. They are looking for pokémorphs to volunteer for this- hey!”

The human stopped as Vision snatched the newspaper of his hand. He only had to scan the page for a moment to find the news that the human was talking about.

Vision squinted his eyes, focusing to gather the letters into words, as he still had not fully mastered how to read, although the pokémorphs who could already read were working hard to teach him and others how to.

It was all in there.

They were bringing back battles. Genuine battles, not those depraved spectacles like the ones that happened on that underground arena. And they were asking for pokémorphs, preferably with some kind of battle experience from their time as Pokémon, to come forth and present themselves as volunteers for the initiative.

It was all there, on the bottom of the page. Including their contact for information.

Vision was pulling out his phone and dialing the number in there before he even realized he was doing it.

Back to the present...

Vision could remember clearly.

His contact with the team organizing the upcoming events. His meeting and orientation with them, alongside with the other pokémorphs, all of which decided to volunteer for the project. Some of them, as Vision would learn, didn’t as much volunteered as they were tracked by the organization, having been former Pokémon of some of the best trainers of the world, and received direct invitations to join. From there, they all started training together and preparing for the inaugural battle.

It was a hard path for them to follow. They faced many obstacles along the way, but they worked together, both pokémorphs and humans supporting each other as they worked towards their goal.

After the first battle, others came, and people were drawn to them.

For the first time in five years, Vision could take part on a battle that he was proud to be into, like the ones that he fought under Kenny’s command.

Competitive battling gained strength and attention over the course of the coming years, and it became fully settled and recognized as an official sport. Vision Gallen and the other pokémorphs who took part on the original project were all pioneers, most of them going to become professional athletes, known all over the world and respected by both humans and their fellow pokémorphs. They were famous and adored, like any star would be and, while some ended up letting the fame go up to their heads, Vision never allowed himself to forget where he came from, and how much he had to struggle to be where he was now.

He even evolved into Farigiraf after learning Twin Beam! That had been a welcome change for the pokémorph. However, he’d been lying if he said that he didn’t missed Tail...

“Yoh, Vision!” Said a voice, and the Farigiraf turned to look at the person talking to him, and he saw his own human coach coming towards him. He was a good friend of Vision, and they certainly have a good partnership. However, it was not as if he was Vision’s master. This was not a Pokémon/human relation, but one between an athlete and his coach/manager. This different was quite important for most pokémorphs.

“You forgot your phone.” He said, giving the phone to the pokémorph. “It has been ringing like crazy for the last five minutes. I think it is your hubby.”

Vision smiled, thanking the human for this, and then he looked at his phone.

Yup, it was his husband.

And he was texting him a lot.

Vision: Hey, hon. Anything wrong?

Lumi: Just wanted to know how things going in there. You alright?

Vision: Doing fine. Checking on the competition. Got some pretty strong guys this season.

Lumi: You will beat all of them, no worries. You are the best, after all.

Vision: Yeah, one of the best.

Lumi: So, on related news, I just finished today’s presentation, and I’m sure I blew the judges away! They all love me!!! <3<3 :D

Vision: Of course they do. You are one of the best contest performers of the region, after all.

Lumi: I want to celebrate! Let’s go out tonight! I know this restaurant that is just so cute, and I want to try their food!

Lumi: And then we can come back home and you can use Hypnosis on me and make me your mind zonked bitch again!

Vision: Or we could try having sex without you being under hypnosis this time, just for a change.

Lumi: Pleeaaaaaase! Do it for meeeeeee! :3

Lumi: You know you love it as well.

Vision: Fine, you whiny kitty. I’ll use Hypnosis on you again tonight. But be ready, because I’ll use that cute body of yours to my heart's content.

Lumi: I’ll hold you on to that promise X3 <3

Vision: You hypno-slut...

Vision: Love you.

Vision: See you tonight.