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With a soft buzz, Abby hovered to sit atop the corner pole of the boxing ring. Stretching her sore arms, she tried to catch her breath as she looked down at the Luxio laying on the mat. Pounding her apprentice's balls into the mat was quite the workout. Those two cyan orbs could take a beating like nothing else. Granted, there were visible indents in them from the fifty back-to-back jabs she just delivered, but they would swell back into their usual shape eventually.

“Alright," the Beedrill said as she leaned forward, “that's set two. Your right nut is giving a bit more than the left, so we'll focus on that one for the next set."

“Ugh …" Leo groaned. Abby's insistence on keeping his balls equally abused was both a blessing and a curse. As was her skill at keeping them just barely above the threshold of permanent damage. So precise was she with her drills that she could easily keep them at a nice, even quiver for a whole hour, if she felt so inclined. (Thankfully, she'd only felt so inclined six times before). If nothing else, her emphasis on equality at least kept him from limping to one side, as now both of his legs were weak in the knees.

Draping an arm over his eyes, Leo gave a weak nod. “G-give me a … a m-minute …"

The Beedrill accepted his request, taking a moment to look him over. The feline was lying on his back in the center of the boxing ring, breathing hard. His legs were spread, allowing his bruised nuts to rest on the mat. They shifted slightly in their sack, contracting a bit each time he breathed in, though the right always hung lower. Above them, his blue and yellow cock stood at attention. Abby chuckled as it gave a single, hard throb. Come to think of it, she hadn't actually seen it soft since his second fight. She never cared to watch his post-match foursomes, so she only saw the aftermath the next day. Despite his claims that their friends milked his cock dry, he was always at least half-erect when they met back up in the gym. It was one of the reasons why he was such a good student. Being constantly pent-up made it easy to motivate him with promises of an orgasm if he did a good job.

Though she would never tell him, Abby had initially been slightly unsure of her decision to take Leo as an apprentice. His tenacity, his balls, and the tenacity of his balls had impressed her, yes, but it takes more than that to be a great UL fighter. With training and patience, however, he ended up proving that her worries were unfounded. She was proud of how far he'd come since she'd taken him under her wing. He was climbing the ranks faster than she expected, and he was still getting better. Sure, he had his occasional unscheduled orgasm, but aside from that, he was always eager to improve his skills.

She remembered those first few training sessions. Just two jabs would take him out for a whole hour, and now he could easily take thirty before even falling to his knees. For his weight class, this was very impressive, and he was getting tougher every day. There was no doubt in Abby's mind that he would make it to the championship eventually. It wasn't going to be easy, he might even lose a nut in the process. She herself had made it to the quarter-finals once, years ago, so she knew how difficult it was. But she knew he could do it. He was young, he was motivated, and he was skilled. He knew how to win over the crowd, and had a great body. In summary, the Luxio was nothing short of a prodigy when it came to the Underground League.

Speaking of the crowd, she hadn't checked the forum in a few days. Getting up to grab her phone, she held it up with one of her feet as she scrolled down to his thread. Looks like there had been thirty-eight new posts since she'd last opened it. Seeing that the feline was still recovering, she began to scroll through it.

“Mmm, seems the video of your last match is doing quite well," Abby said, referencing the quadruple-digit view count. The part where his Noivern opponent lifted him off the ground by his sack seemed to be the most replayed section. Leo just grunted when she pointed this out. Apparently he didn't want to think back on that moment. Closing the video, Abby skimmed through the rest of the new posts.

A recording of a Sylveon fingering herself to one of his earlier matches. Half of the twenty minute video was just her replaying the part where the Absol managed to trap his left ball against his groin with a heel kick.

A reply from Brooke confirming that yes, his precum was very tasty.

A random spam bot, ugh.

A Decidueye showing the clay dildo he made to resemble the Luxio's junk. The cock was almost a perfect match, but the balls were slightly too big. The grass-type seemed proud of it, though, if the way he was riding it was any induction.

A Florges going into very explicit detail of how she'd like to tie Leo down and have her way with him. Abby stopped reading after the third paragraph.

Someone threatening to pop the nuts of whoever created the spam bot.

Two requests for the Decidueye to stomp on the fake balls on the dildo.

A picture of Lexie with cum all over her face.

A picture of Blair with cum all over her ass.

“Heh," the Beedrill laughed as she teased him, “So how many orgasms did you have this time?"

Leo shrugged with a tired smile, “I lost count, but they said sixteen. That's including the two I had in the morning."

“That's less than usual," she replied. Leo assured her that it wasn't for a lack of trying. “Well, the more cum stuffed in your balls, the better. Maybe they're starting to adapt to the busting. Who knows, maybe one day we'll finally get to the point that you never need to cum again."

“That's not funny."

“Just some food for thought." Abby turned back to her phone as it vibrated, indicating that someone had just posted on his thread. “Oh, looks like someone just left a comment."

She began to read it aloud, only for her mandibles to snap shut as she saw the user's profile picture. It was her again, that Delphox that he had fought in his second match. It had been months since that fight, but it seemed that she had still not gotten over losing. The comment she left, which was multiple paragraphs in length, was an incoherent rant about how Leo was a cheater, and that he ruined her perfect record, and that she was going to make his balls suffer the worst pain imaginable, and blah blah blah.

Abby sighed, this was the fourth time this month that Roxie had done this. She'd made comments like this every few weeks since his thread was created, but the frequency was increasing as Leo became more and more popular. Reporting it wouldn't help, the forum rarely, if ever, banned fighters for doing stuff like this. The added drama was great marketing material.

Being his coach, Abby at least had admin permissions for Leo's thread, thankfully. With a few taps, she hid Roxie's rant from view. Maybe it was because she'd lost multiple matches before, but Abby never understood why some fighters got so obsessed with having a perfect record. You lost one time, so what? Leo had lost to her, and he didn't hold a grudge, so why should Roxie?

Whatever, so long as all the Delphox did was leave hate comments on his thread, she was nothing more than an annoyance.

The feline looked up to his coach as she stopped speaking, “Well, what's it say?"

“Uh … nothing, it's just more spam," she answered, causing him to frown. Hoping to change the subject, she tapped her phone and opened her own thread. There was the usual assortment of comments: other fighters congratulating her on her most recent win, and various videos of fans getting off to said win. This chain continued for a few dozen comments, until it was interrupted by a post from the UL's own official account, posted this morning.

It was an announcement that Abby would be participating in a two-on-two fight this weekend. While this had already been known about for the past month, her opponents had not been formally announced, until now. Given the unique risks male fighters faced, the composition of team matches usually wasn't settled until just before the fight. After all, the League didn't want to risk advertising that a guy was going to be competing in a special event, only for him to lose his balls in his next match. Instead, multiple fighters were placed on a list as potential choices. If any of them still had at least one semi-functioning nut within a week of the match, they could sign-up on a first come, first serve basis.

Abby scrolled down to the names, annoyed that she hadn't checked her thread when she woke up, “I didn't think they were going to announce this until tomorrow. I could've tailored our training sesh better if I had known."

Leo silently thanked Arceus that this hadn't happened. Just like how the Beedrill tried to base his training drills around his next opponent, so was he expected to do the same for her. When they spared, he would be instructed to try and replicate the other fighter's moves as best he could, so Abby could figure out the best way to counter. It was a good system, if a painful one.

“Let's see," Abby continued, “First guy is … oh, it's Rex!"

“I think I've heard of him before. Who is he?" Leo asked, subconsciously trying to buy his balls more time by making conversation.

“He's a Tyranitar. I've met him before, he seemed like a nice guy. Never really watched any of his fights, but I know his balls are pretty tough, even for a rock-type."

“Are they as tough as mine?" Leo teased.

“Let me use my full strength on them again and we'll find out," she teased back. Seeing his legs reflexively cross a bit, she kept reading. “Second guy is … oh Arceus, it's Jet."

“Who?"

“Er, I think his real name is, like, Lucas or Logan or something, but he calls himself Jet. He's a Floatzel, and a really cocky one, from what I've seen." Shaking her head, Abby kept scrolling down, seeing the dozens of comments expressing excitement over the announcement. Wondering why she was so annoyed, Leo asked if she was nervous about the fight, which she denied. “About Jet? No, he's an irritating little asshole, but I can beat him. I'm more worried about Rex, it's been a long time since I've fought someone from the heavyweight class."

“Your partner's an Aggron, isn't she? I think you said her name was Tracy. Is she a good fighter?"

“Yeah, and eh, she's not great, her record is almost fifty-fifty. I've tried to reach out to her to discuss strategy, but she turned me down. Said she 'worked best without a plan getting in the way.' Not sure what that's supposed to mean, but whatever. Anyway, I think that's a long enough break, we can discuss this later. Let's get back to it."

Putting her phone aside, she motioned for him to get up. He huffed, but obeyed, hobbling over to the ropes and spreading his legs. Getting up and buzzing over, she dropped to kneel in front of him. Ignoring the cock in her face, she poked at his left testicle as she lined up her aim. Since she was going for uppercuts, she had to make sure she was hitting it dead center, so as not to accidentally crack anything. “Alright, how about … mmmh, thirty-five for this nut, fifteen for the other. Should even things out."

The Luxio just took a deep breath and closed his eyes as he awaited the sharp blast of pain.

---

… Six Days Later …

Unlike some other fighters, Abby didn't have any kinda of pre-match prep or ritual. She simply sat on the bench and waited for their match to start. Battling was an exhausting sport, so aside from some simple stretching, she found it best to relax and save her strength.

Her Aggron partner, meanwhile, was practicing her punches and knees. Each attack had so much weight behind it that the bench shook every time she took a step. The Beedrill watched for a bit, only to realize that the steel-type had little technique, and was mostly just relying on brute force. So much force, in fact, that she threw herself off balance with every swing, her massive tits bouncing. That might've been enough to pop the plums of most guys, but against a skilled opponent that knew how to dodge, it'd wouldn't be of much use. When Abby pointed this out, the other female just laughed and dismissed her advice. Any attempts at discussing combos or strategies was likewise waved aside.

Abby's skepticism continued to grow with each clumsy punch and knee Tracy practiced on the air. Still, she was very muscular, even more so than Rex. If nothing else, maybe she could wrestle him to the ground and unintentionally give Abby an opening to attack.

Not having anything else to do, she looked around the locker room. There was a Sneasel in one of the shower stalls that was cupping her chest. Apparently her opponent had punched her in the tits, ouch. That, combined with the fact that her duo partner was nowhere to be seen, told Abby that she had lost her match. On the other side of the room, a Lycanroc was talking to her Leavanny partner about a previous match. The canine jutted her knee up as she described how her opponent's ballsack had squished against her thigh. Her partner listened intently, unashamedly pleasuring herself in front of everyone. Abby remembered that match, the Lycanroc won by chewing the guy's nuts to mush.

“Ah hah, it's showtime!" Tracy loudly announced as their names were called. Stomping over to the door, she looked down at the Beedrill. Incorrectly deciding that Abby's expression was one of worry, she gave her partner a reassuring pat on the back, “Don't be so scared! I've fought a Tyranitar before, this'll be easy."

“I guess I'll handle the Floatzel then," her partner replied, wincing at the firm smack. This girl was really starting to get on her nerves.

“Hah, no need! I can take them both out in a single punch! Just sit back and let a master show you how it's done!"

“... uh-huh." After moving back so that Tracy could dramatically and unnecessarily shove the door open, Abby hovered into the arena and got into position. The sound of Blair's voice made her turn. She, Lexie, and Leo were in their usual sets. Returning her wave, the girls grabbed the bottom of their shirts, preparing to flash the cameras. Blair had been trying to convince Abby that she needed to put more effort into her sex appeal, something the Beedrill, had never really cared for. Being a good friend, the Lopunny decided that she would compensate by flirting with fans on Abby's behalf. Though she couldn't hear them, Abby could tell the girls were also trying to convince the Luxio to do the same with his cock. If he actually did so, she didn't see, as her attention was drawn back to the other side of the arena.

While the Aggron continued to flex her muscles to the crowd, the Banette referee signaled for the male fighters to enter. Upon seeing Tracy showing off, Jet raced forward to do the same, to slightly less fanfare. After blowing kisses to the crowd, he turned to Abby and gave the most annoying smirk she'd ever seen. “So you're the bug bitch everyone's talking about? This'll be even easier than I thought."

She didn't give him the satisfaction of a reply. She knew better than to stroke his ego by getting offended. Instead, she took the chance to get a better look at his sack. Not the most difficult thing to do, since he was standing with his legs spread, proudly showing off his goods. Seeing her staring, he placed his hands on his hips and thrust his pelvis out a bit. His expression somehow became even more smug, “Like what you see? Sorry to let you down babe, but I'm not into bugs."

Though he intended to draw attention to his half-erect dick, the slight movement made his balls swing forward enticingly, as if they shared Jet's cockiness. It was like they were daring her to try and pop them. She was all too happy to oblige their request.

“Don't be rude," Rex spoke up for the Beedrill, shaking his head at the smaller male. It seemed that he was also annoyed at being assigned an over-confident teammate. “Trust me, I've seen her matches. You don't want to piss her off."

Glancing toward Abby, the Tyranitar gave a respectful nod, which she returned. The two had run into each other at the entrance to the arena. While sizing each other up, they exchanged pleasantries and wished each other luck in the coming fight. He was tall, even for a Tyranitar, with equally large bollocks. From the brief interaction, she found Rex to be a rather chill dude. Though a ferocious fighter, he didn't seem like one to brag or disrespect his opponents.

“If only everyone in the League was like that," Abby thought, as Jet and Tracy continued with their flexing contest.

The latter smacked her fist into her chest with a laugh, “It's not her you should be worried about, little Buizel. Those balls are mine."

“Go ahead and try, you ugly cunt," Jet retorted, shifting into a rather unintimidating stance, “Just don't be shocked when you wake up in the PokéCenter."

To Abby and Rex's relief, the Aggron didn't get a chance to respond, as the referee stepped forward. “If you two are done, I'd like to start the match," the Banette said firmly, ignoring the kissy face from Jet and raising the microphone to her mouth again. With a dramatic pause for the crowd, she brought down her free hand in a chopping motion, signaling for the fight to commence, “And … battle!"

Before Abby even had a chance to move, her teammate let out a savage roar, so loud it completely overpowered the cheers from the crowd. Taken totally off guard, the Beedrill flinched and reflexively jumped back. She barely managed to get out of the way in time, as the Aggron lunged forward, straight at Rex. Fists clenched, she drew back her right arm, ready to deliver a punch that could shatter solid concrete. The sheer ferociousness of her attack terrified even Abby.

The only thing that scared her more was the fact that the males were grinning.

Cupping his hands together, the Floatzel stretched out towards his partner, who grabbed him by the arms. Water condensed and compacted around Jet's tail as Rex picked him off the ground and swung him like a bat. The smaller male's outstretched tail flew through the air, crashing into the side of Tracy's face with a small explosion of water. Everyone in the crowd flinched at the sound of the impact, too surprised to even gasp. Stopped dead in her tracks, the Aggron's head whipped to the side, her body following. With a thud hard enough to shake the building, she fell face down, ass up onto the floor. The males were rewarded with a glorious view of her cunt as the Banette spoke.

“Aggron has fainted!"

Recovering from their shock, the crowd returned to their cheering. Abby just looked down at her unconscious teammate with a mixture of fear, anger, and disgust. “Are you fucking kidding me!?"

She wasn't surprised that that knocked her out, even without the help from Rex, that hit would have been devastating. But it didn't need to happen. Charging directly at the pair like that was stupid. Doing so without even raising your arms to protect yourself, doubly so. Abby had figured that she'd be doing most of the work this fight, but she hadn't expected to be doing all of it. For a brief second, she considered just surrendering on the spot, she hadn't signed up for a one vs two battle.

Then she turned to Jet, and saw him gesture for her to come forward mockingly. Screw that, she was going to see this match through. She'd been preparing for this for weeks, she wasn't going to back down just because her teammate was a reckless idiot.

With a deep breath, she returned to her usual defensive stance. The water-type was quick to taunt her, “Give up, bitch? Or do you want some too?"

Recoiling at the creepy way the male licked his lips, Abby floated a few feet backward, “Do you ever shut up?"

“Unfortunately, no," Rex answered, taking a step forward to close the distance. To her relief, Jet did the same. As long as they both stayed in front of her, she could handle this. If one of them tried to circle around, she'd be in trouble. Not wanting to run into the wall, Abby stopped retreating and held her ground. She angled herself toward Jet, figuring that he would be the one to make the first move.

She was partially correct, as the Floatzel looked up to his partner and made some kind of gesture with his hand. Rex nodded and bent forward slightly. Seeing Abby shift her attention to him, he took another step forward, then reached down. Grabbing the Floatzel by the back of his neck, Rex stood up and straight-up threw the smaller male forward in one clean motion. Arms outstretched, Jet tackled the female out of the air, grabbing her by the thorax.

The Tyranitar used too much force, however, as the tackle sent the pair spinning. The water-type landed hard on his back. His balls were spared the same fate thanks to his tail breaking the fall, but the ground still knocked the wind out of him. Abby nearly head-butted him, but managed to catch herself just in time and now found herself straddling him.

Even in this vulnerable state, Jet was as cocky as ever. With another annoying grin, he laughed at the bug-type, “Y'know, if you wanted to ride me this bad, you could've just asked."

Feeling his dick rubbing against her abdomen, he tried to grind his hips against her. She shivered in disgust and raised her right arm in an attempt to club him with her drill.

“Shut. Up."

The Floatzel's smile faltered for a split-second as he covered his face with his arms. A thin layer of water covered them, helping to absorb the force of the blow. Seeing her raise her other arm, he kicked her in the chest, knocking her off. Her gaze immediately moved to his crotch as he tried to scoot away to safety, her mind racing with thoughts.

Jet's balls seemed equal in size, so neither stood out as an obvious target. He also didn't really seem to favor either one, as far as she could tell. Weighing these two facts in her mind, she defaulted to focusing on the right one. Since he was right handed, concentrating the pain on that side of his body would greatly weaken his ability to fight. There was a brief flash of fear in his eyes as she pulled her arms to prepare a jab. Then his eyes shifted up, and his cocky smile returned.

Abby was so focused on Jet's junk that she just barely registered the sound of rapidly approaching footsteps in time. Rex wasn't quite as strong as Tracy, but the bug-type still felt the wind rushing past her as he brought his fists down. Dodging the attack by less than an inch, she beat her wings, trying to fly up out of his reach. The UL had rules about flying, she wouldn't be allowed to stay above him for too long, less she risk disqualification.

She didn't need to worry about this rule, however, as the male reached up and grabbed her leg. Slamming her to the ground like a ragdoll, he used his size to his advantage, stepping forward to stomp down on her chest. Knowing she didn't have the strength to block the attack, Abby rolled to the side, using her wings to push against the ground and flip herself over. The stomp left Rex in an awkward position, his legs spread open, facing her. Now his size became an disadvantage, as the Beedrill lurched forward and dropped onto her back. Sliding between his legs and under his massive balls, she threw two jabs into the center of each ball. The two greenish tan orbs were tough, her drills only stabbed about an inch into them. Painful, yes, but nowhere near enough to break them.

She did, however, notice something as she slid past him. It was hard to see, but there was what seemed to be a small bruise on the back of his left testicle. A tiny, dark blue spot that caught her eye.

“So the rumors were true," Abby thought to herself. Rex's forum thread had been taken over by fans debating about his previous match. Some viewers swore that his Rampardos opponent had cracked one of his nuts when she headbutted them against his thigh. Others said that it was just the sound of his scales shifting against the blow. As Rex went out of his way to avoid commenting on it, and the Rampardos was unable to confirm either way, no one could truly tell.

But this bruise confirmed it. It was in the exact same spot, there was nothing else it could be. Judging from the shape, she could tell the crack ran diagonally at a slight left angle. This was huge. Abby knew that his balls were too big for her to really do much to, so she planned to beat him by just jabbing them until he fainted from the pain. But a pre-cracked nut? She might just be able to pop one of those. She just needed to soften it up a bit more first.

The two jabs made the male flinch, leaning forward slightly as he grunted. This left him open for Abby to spin around and give four more quick jabs, aimed directly at the center of the bruise.

“GUH!" Rex teeth clenched at the sharp blasts of nutpain. Arceus above, that little Bedrill was precise, he swore he felt the crack expanded on the third hit. That couldn't be good for his reproductive health. Still, it would take more than that to put him down.

Slapping his spiked tail down to force her away, he tried to turn to face her. Predicting that he would try to kick her if she slid under him again, Abby flew around him. Giving leftie another jab as she landed behind him, she looked to find Jet preparing to shoot a blast of water. Returning her attention to Rex, she hopped over his swinging tail, just high enough to clear it, but not so high as to get backhanded as he spun around. Arms outstretched, he made to grab her by the throat …

SPLASH!

… only to miss as a blast of water crashed into his scaly sack. For once, Rex was thankful that his teammate was a lot weaker than him, as it only stung a little bit. Nonetheless, that was a horrible shot. “Really!?"

“Not my fault your stupid balls are so big," Jet complained back, looking more irritated than guilty. “Get out the way."

The Tyranitar was too mad to point out that the other male's attack hadn't even come close to hitting their opponent. He momentarily considered just walking away and letting Jet deal with Abby alone. “Why did I ever sign up for th- woah!"

Cutting the males off before the water-type could say something smart-ass, Abby rushed at Rex again. The angle indicated that she was trying to fly over him again, so he reflexively brought his arms up to grab her at the apex of her hop. He realized too late that this was a feint, as she instead continued to fly straight at him. Curling into a ball, she slammed into his chest, pushing him backward with her shoulder. Though under half his size, she had just enough weight to knock him onto his back. No doubt the ballpain had made him weak in the knees.

Jumping off his chest, Abby hovered above him, out of reach. As he tried to sit up, she bowed her head sympathetically. “Sorry about this."

“W-what?" Rex replied, before an explosion of uniquely male agony cut him off. His arms were too short to cover himself, meaning that he could do nothing but watch as the Beedrill's wings stopped beating. Dropping directly onto his left ball, her stinger plunged deep into the sensitive orb. This was horrifically painful by itself, and it only got worse as she began pumping her poison into him.

Abby didn't like using her stinger in fighters, but this was her only option right now. This wouldn't pop it, she knew. Her poison did no lasting damage or harm. However, this also meant that she could use as much as she needed. And since he was so big, she needed quite a lot. So, contracting her abdomen, she released even more of the burning venom into his ball.

“GAAHHHFUUUUCK!" The male's eyes bulged out as he stared down at her, his body shaking. This wasn't enough to take him out of the fight, but Arceus above did it hurt. If he just had one second to catch his breath, he could slap her off, but the pain flooding his lower half was unending. He could barely even move, which allowed her to continue pumping even more. She sat down fully now, sinking her stinger in a bit deeper. His other ball she used for support, placing the tip of a drill onto it to balance herself atop its twin.

Around them, the crowd was conflicted. Half of the spectators were cheering and clapping, while the other half cringed and covered their eyes. She couldn't see her friends, but she knew the girls belonged to the former group, while Leo was in the latter. In fact, they were probably teasing him about it right now. She could picture them trying to reach between his legs to poke at his nuts. That is, if they hadn't already snuck their hands down his pants to squeeze them.

“Ugh, do I have to do everything myself?" Jet quipped over his teammates' mewls as he tapped his foot impatiently. Finally deciding to help Rex, he gave another flex for the crowd, then launched into a sprint. His tail dragged along the ground behind him, glowing blue as water swirled around it. “You're lucky I'm here to save you."

Sighing, the Beedrill waited until the last second to get up, trying to inject just a little bit more venom into the Tyranitar's nut. She needed to press her advantage as much as she could, afterall. The moment Jet got into range, she sat up and jumped away, momentarily pressing her stinger and drill deeper as she braced herself. The former left a large dimple in the center of his testicle, which barely had the chance to reinflate before Jet used it as a trampoline.

SMACK!

The last thing Abby expected was for the other male to bounce off his teammate's junk, and was thus unprepared for a spinning tail whip to the chest.

“OOF!"

Jet blew another kiss to the Beedrill as she was knocked out of the air. She got up quickly, but retreated as she rubbed her chest. Waving to the crowd, he noted that they seemed less thrilled than he would've expected, but he just figured it was because they were speechless at how incredibly impressive that move was. Oh well, that was the downside of being as amazing as him. Now he just had to inspire his teammate with some gentle encouragement.

“Get up, dumbass!"

“Ghhhnnn, w-why did you … nnnhh … w-wait so l-long?" Rex coughed as he got up on shaky legs. Though his ball felt like it was on fire, he still had enough strength for another round. (So long as she didn't do that again, that is).

Jet decided to ignore the scowl from the other male. “Sorry, got distracted by the ref. You see that face she gave me? Totally wants to bang! Now, come on, I'm not about to loss to some fuck-ugly bug."

Rex shook his head, exchanging a glance with Abby as they mutually cursed Jet under their breath. Reluctantly, he followed the water-type and advanced on the female. She continued to retreat, until she reached the middle of the arena. To her left lay the unconscious Aggron, who Jet briefly paused to ogle at before signalling Rex to stop.

“Stay back, I got this. Let me show you how it's done."

Shushing his teammate before he could argue, the Floatzel cracked his knuckles and began to run. The Beedrill hovered in place, drills crossed defensively as she watched his cock and balls bounce around between his legs. Seeing how well it worked last time, he repeated his previous attack. Jumping up, he spun around, swinging his outstretched tail, missing completely as she effortlessly dodged it. A few drops of water splashed across her abdomen, but the swing didn't even come close.

“Dammit, stay still!" Jet shouted as he hit the ground running. Circling around in a wide arc, sprinted at her again. She floated over this attempt, hovering just too high for him to reach. She did this again on his third try. Ego shrinking by the second, he put everything he had into his next jump. Being the genius he was, he switched up his tactic by doing a front flip. If she attempted to jump over him again, his tail would be high enough to hit her. Abby knew this as well, which is why she dropped down and back.

The Beedrill had to duck to avoid getting whacked in the back of the head as he completed his flip, but was in the perfect position to send an uppercut right between his legs.

“GAAAAAAH!"

The jab was as quick as it was brutal. The crowd didn't even realize what had happened until a slow motion replay flashed up on the screens. The tip of her drill connected with the bottom of his right ball, trapping it up against his pelvis. It pushed into the rubbery orange sphere, stabbing a large dent into it. With all his weight falling straight onto it, the poor ball was lucky it wasn't completely skewered through. Then her drill withdrew, and he slammed onto the ground like a wet bag of rocks. Tears formed in his eyes as he curled up, kicking weakly in her direction.

“HHHNNNFUCKARCEUSNNGG! YOU FUCKING BITCH!"

Having thoroughly obliterated his confidence, Abby moved to do the same to his nuts. Watching him roll around on the floor and mewl was fun, but she needed to end this. His hands covered his sack, but a tiny bit peaked out between his fingers. Sparing another quick jab to this exposed bit of nut, she pushed his legs apart and rested the tips of her drills on top of his junk. As she began to push down, he grit his teeth and instinctively grabbed them, but by now the pain had sapped his strength. A small bit of cum leaked from the tip of his dick, which flopped around as his body convulsed.

Abby was not the sadistic sort, she normally tried to end her fights as quickly as possible. Jet would be an exception, this was going to hurt. She waited until he looked her in the eyes to speak, “'Not about to loss to some fuck ugly bug,' huh?"

“FUCK-I'M-SORRY-PLEASE-PLEASE-PLEASE-STOP- I-NEED-THEM-AAAAH!"

The intensity of his reaction surprised Abby. For someone that talked such a big game, he sure didn't handle nutpain too well. You'd think he'd never been busted before with how much he was shaking. That didn't stop her from twisting her drills deeper, though. A paper thin layer of water solidified over his groin as he failed to push her away. A last ditch chance by his balls to save themselves. Valiant, but futile.

Crrrack-crk-crunch!

Pushing down as harder, she recalled her match against Leo. The two had found themselves in a similar position, only the feline's balls had been much more impressive. Already she could feel these ones approaching their breaking point, while the Luxio's hadn't even cracked yet. Just a tad bit more pressure, and his oranges would be nothing but pulp. It seemed he realized this as well, as the fear on his face grew, then grew larger still as something behind her caught his eyes.

“Took you long enough to step in," Abby thought as she kicked herself up. Using the Floatzel's balls for support, the Beedrill briefly did a hand/drill-stand on them, before flipping over completely. Her yellow pussy was inches from his face as she landed with her feet on either side of his head, just in time to get out of the way of Rex's stomp.

SLAM! Pop-pop!

Having been softened up by her drills, the water-type's nuts didn't stand a chance as over four hundred and fifty pounds of muscle slammed down onto them. Crushed flat and wide, they instantly turned to mush. There was nothing left, not even a single solid piece of nut remained. As if to add some humiliation to the mix, his half-hard cock twitched and let out four spurts of cum, its last ever load. The first and largest shot splattered across his own face, with a few drops flying right into his open mouth and across his tongue. The rest shot across his chest, painting his fur white. As this ended, the agony reached its peak, and Jet gasped up at his partner with a look of sheer betrayal before mercifully going limp.

“Floatzel has fainted!"

Unsurprisingly, the crowd went wild. Whistles, cheers, and a few laughs came from the stands as the audience debated amongst itself on whether or not Jet's castration was intentional or not. Rex's expression appeared to signify the latter, as he cringed and sucked in a breath. Gingerly lifting his foot, he found an empty orange sack staring back at him. “Oh shit, sorry dude."

Even Abby was surprised, she had only meant to get out of the way. Everyone seemed to think it was a brilliant move, though, so she played it off as intentional. She was a little miffed that Jet got off so easily, though. A quick neutering was more than he deserved. (Not to mention that he got an up close view of her slit, which he definitely didn't deserve).

“You still want to keep going?" Abby asked the larger male, still standing over Jet's face. The two calmly stared each other down, waiting for the other to make the first move. “You know you don't need to."

The match was practically over at this point, and everyone knew it. Rex most likely wouldn't forfeit, given how taboo it was, and he knew he probably wouldn't win. Her small size and speed made a knock-out nigh impossible, even if he could do it in a single punch. Unless he got lucky, his balls were as good as popped.

Being the honorable fighter she was, she allowed Rex a moment to take a deep breath and accept his fate. A part of her hoped that he would surrender and not force her to break his nuts. He was a worthy and respectful opponent, he earned that much. That didn't mean she would let him win, however.

“I've already gone this far …" the Tyranitar answered, taking one last look at his massive testicles. Just a few seconds earlier, he'd been so confident, so sure of victory. How quickly that'd changed. Abby started to fly as he continued, hovering at eye level. “And if I'm going to … lose my balls … then so be it. Let's go, may the best fighter win."

The female nodded, replying honestly, “It's been an honor."

Fists clenching, he returned the nod and threw a hard left hook. Betting on her floating backward, he immediately followed it up with a right cross, aimed slightly above her center mass. He guessed wisely, as she jerked her body away from him. The first punch closed the distance between them, forcing her to either duck or fly over the next. She chose the second option, beating her wings to force herself higher into the air.

His aim was smart, she didn't have enough time to completely fly over it. At the speed his second punch was traveling, it'd hit her right in the pussy. Desperately leaning forward and spreading her legs, she tried to angle herself out of the way. The camera zoomed in on his fist, following it as it sailed through the air. All the females in the audience instinctively began to wince in sympathy pain, even before their brains understood what was happening. Knowing it would take her out of the fight, Abby brought her drills straight down on his head in a chopping motion. Most likely, it wouldn't do much, but she had to at least try to end the fight in a draw.

The attack seemed dead on, and both fighters braced for the impact. His middle knuckle made contact first. It grazed her cunt lips, spreading them and sliding across her clit, before continuing harmlessly. Whether because Rex was just too slow, or she was just too fast, his fist missed by a fraction of a second. He had not gotten lucky.

Whack!

The bug-types bone-hard drills slapped down on the top of his head with a hard crack. His armor protected him from injury, but the force was still enough to rattle his brain in his skull. The brief loss of motor control made his left leg bend at the knee. His body turned with it, allowing Jet's unconscious body to take its revenge by tripping him. He didn't even try to get back up after he hit the ground, he knew it was pointless.

Wasting absolutely no time to appreciate how close she'd been to getting cuntbusted, Abby sprang into action. Putting all her momentum into a jab with her left drill, she buried it into the cracked ball, right in the center of the bruise. His body tensed as the pain erupted even hotter than before. Hoping it would be over soon, he didn't resist as she brought in her other drill and went to work.

Keeping her left drill stabbed deep into his nut, she began raining jab after jab after jab with the other one. It sank a tiny bit deeper with each stab, expanding the crack ever so slightly. On the fourteenth hit, she felt something shift inside the bruised, rubbery orb, doubling the already incredible agony.

Undoubtedly, the poor ball would never work again, but she wasn't about to stop. She needed to pop it, yes, but she was trying to be merciful. If possible, she wanted to end this quickly, so he wouldn't have to suffer. Withdrawing her left arm a bit, she slid her drill around the surface of the ball, trying to find a better spot. She found one a bit up and to the left. With a few hard twists and a firm push, it sank even deeper than before. The way his mewls turned into a shrill gasp told her that this was the weakest and most sensitive point of his increasingly dysfunctional testicle. Perfect, this caused the most pain and the most damage, a good combination.

The crowd cheered her own, and she obliged, delivering another twenty-three jabs before, at last, his ball gave out. With a loud POP, it deflated like a squishy balloon. A massive blast of semen oozed from his dick, puddling out from under him in all directions. A single choked groan came from his mouth as he threw his head back, before he fell silent.

And like that, it was done. Sparing one final glance at his half-destroyed malehood, Abby turned her attention to the stands. Scanning the excited crowd, she looked for her friends. They weren't hard to find, on account of Blair bending over to moon the cameras. Lexie just laughed as the Lopunny shook her bare ass at the Beedrill in a show of support. The Luxio, meanwhile, was trying to bury his face in his hands.

Raising a drill to salute her friends, Abby sighed with relief. “Well, that's that. Wasn't as bad as I expected, to be honest."

“Ahem."

The sound of the referee clearing her throat caught the bug-type off guard. She turned to find the Banette motioning to the Tyranitar with her eyes. It was this that made Abby realize that Rex hadn't been declared unconscious.

The rock-type was still twitching, his breath shallow as his body cruelly refused to let him black out. Carefully, she approached, reaching out to gently poke at his only remaining bollock. His tail flinched slightly, then flinched harder as she pushed her drill in a bit deeper. It was still intact, and mostly undamaged.

Rex was just barely able to beg for mercy, “A-A-A-Arceus … p-please …"

“Don't worry, I won't pop it," Abby reassured him with a sorry sigh. Turning around, she raised up her backside, lining up her stinger as she apologized, “But I do still need you to faint, so …"