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[Extracts from the personal journal of Professor Jasper Harkness]

In my years as a scientist, I have witnessed many a profound site. From a very early age I have been captivated by the natural world and all it has to offer. Perhaps that's the reason I walk this path now. Perhaps it may have been the encouragement of my teachers. Or perhaps I have always been destined to do what I do, regardless of what choices I have made. In truth, all of this doesn't matter. I walk this path and I am happy to say that I walk it with passion, dignity and enthusiasm.

I write these words as I reach some profound conclusions. For the past few days, I have been vigorously devouring historical documents - sociological studies based on archeological evidence found throughout different regions, spanning a variety of eras and time periods, all of them having similar conclusions. The power and effects of sex in society.

Let me take a few steps back. Just last week, I was rereading an article I had wrote for PokeWilds - "Territorial disputes amongst wild pokemon during migrations". Written as a standard scientific paper, it did well to document the facts. But it could barely scratch the experience of what I had seen.

I don't know why I decided to reread my article. I'd rarely give them a second glance before sending them off to my personal assistant to edit them. But it was like I felt a certain itch that day. That itch drove me to take another gander at my work and to reexperience that faithful day. Which on the other hand sent me on my rabbit hole of historical books. And now we are here.

I wrote the paper a few months back, while on an expedition in the savannah. Me and my team were following a herd of Kangaskhans as part of a research on their migratory patterns and herd sociology. What we confirmed was a long-lasting theory that Kangaskhans are matriarchical creatures, having a leading female leader. A type of queen if you will. We dubbed her Candice.

We followed the herd for about a month and on our last week, when we had decided that we had gathered enough data, something quite curious happened. The herd had settled near a forested area, from which one day came out a herd of Nidos. A much more migratory species than the Kangaskhans, both tribes had encroached on each other's territory.

A fight ensued, between Candice and the eldest female Nido, and Nidoqueen we named Repta. This was quite the site since Nidos having a much more balanced herd mentality, the females usually hunting, while the males would deal with territorial disputes.

The boasting, fighting and aftermath I described in my paper. Sadly, a scientific journal could not really describe what we encountered on a much deeper level.

At high noon, under the blistering heat of the sun, my team was ready to pack it in, when the Nidos emerged, lead by Repta. Some of us paid it no mind. Other's interest perked. Candice looked up, continuing to graze, her eyes narrowing and her chewing slowing down. The enemy her approached. Whether they were trying to pass or to entirely remove the Kangaskhans, I can not really say. But, even then, I knew I would witness something awe-inspiring.

When the Nidos came close enough and the Kangaskhans did not move, Repta stepped forward, letting out a mighty roar. It was a challenge. That's what I thought at the time. But reminiscing, it could have been an invitation. Amongst pokemon, there might be little difference between the two.

And so, Cadince lifted her mighty form and stood tall, above all her clansmen. There was fire in Rapta's eyes, but Candice showed no such signs. Rapta approached her, straightening her back, and quietly grumbling, but Candice held her ground, not responding to the obvious intrusion. Rapta came even closer, raising her head and widening her shoulders, trying to appear larger, her low grumbling becoming louder, but Candice did not act. Her eyes followed the Nidoqueen, half closed. Some would say it was like watching the old master being approached by the hot-headed student. But Candice didn't really have that air to her. She was confident for sure, but she carried herself with a tad bit of arrogance. She wasn't waiting to see what Rapta would do. She was just allowing her to be there. And when Rapta finally came close enough, her back fully widened, she finally let out an audible roar.

It wasn't much. We have heard much more threatening battle cries throughout our expeditions. But it wasn't meant to be the decisive blow. It was just the start. The moment Repta closed her jaws, Cadince stood tall, roaring at the enemy, to which Rapta waved her tails menacingly, her shoulders wide apart, her stance large. She roared back, catching the attention of not only the two herds, but of other passing pokemon as well. A few bulbasaurs, who were not a native species and who were far and few between popped up from the tall grass, colored in hues of yellow, adapting to the environment. A lone jaguile shifted on top of his tree to get a better view of the commotion.

Candice was having none of it. She took an even wider stance than her opponent. Her back straightened as much as it could, her head high. Her tail waving back and forth, creating the illusion of size. She then let out an even fiercer roar. It echoed through the field. We were all mesmerized. Partially afraid, but partially interested what was going to happen next. Pokemon started gathering, they too like us captivated by the display of power and dominance.

Rapta, looking as undeterred as ever, stepped closer. Candice's head lowered, ready to strike if there was a need. These magnificent beasts, these titans glared at each other for what seemed like hours on end, waiting for the other to do something.

Rapta let out another roar. Now, it could have been something we did not see from where we were standing. Or it could have been Candice's paranoia at that point. Maybe Rapta bared her teeth a bit too much. Or there could have been something to the tone of the roar.

Candice struck her, her massive paw slashing across her opponent's face. Rapta stepped back and we all held our breath. What was about to happen? The nidoqueen brushed her face off, what little blood there was, proved that it was merely a scratch, but the message was obvious.

"I'm tired of your bolstering. Either come at me or get on your way."

Once there was fire in Rapta's eyes. Now there was a nuclear hellstorm. In an instant, the invader lunged forward, slashing at Candice, but she was already anticipating the counter strike and simply stepped back, causing Rapta to miss and to fall forward.

But what the nidoqueen seemed to lack in experience, she made up in cunning and swiftness. As she fell forward, she spun around, slamming her tail at her opponent, sending the Kangaskhan stumbling.

The pokemon around started to move in much closer. They could feel the coming storm and, just like us, their hearts raced with excitement, ready to witness nature's fury.

As both beasts gathered themselves up, they glared at each other. Their eyes darting up and down their opponent, trying to find a weak point.

And finally, they eyes stopped. They glared at each other and all the pokemon watched them with bated breath. Then came the roar. The roar that shook us, all of us, all the bystanders. The fighters charged full speed, clashing into each other's fangs and claws.

Repta was the first to strike, managing to land a bite on Candice's should. She sunk her teeth deep and Candice let out a cry of anger and pain, right before slamming her giant fist on Repta's neck. The Nidoqueen loosened her grip, which was enough for the Kangaskhan and she pulled herself from the jaws of her enemy.

Repta didn't waste any time and lunged forward, but was met with a strike to the jaw, causing her to lose her balance. That gave Candice enough time to step forward and strike her once more. Two. Three times. Repta fell back. But before Candice could continue her barrage, Repta managed to get on her feet and strike.

From bottom to top, she slashed at Candice, leaving a scarlet streak across her abdomen and breasts. All the pokemon winced back. Repta realized that with that strike she had once more crossed a line.

Candice slashed at Repta, striking across her chest. Her the claw marks slowly formed as thin lines of blood slowly emerged. Candice slashed once more, this time the attack going from her shoulder to her abdomen. And when she went for a third strike, Repta blocked her and threw a punch, landing square on her jaw.

Disorientated, Candice stepped back, but then came another punch to her ribs, which left her underbelly exposed. Repta didn't think twice and took the opportunity. She buried her fist deep into Candice's abdomen, leaving her on the ground breathless. Repta lifted her hands up in the air, giving out a victory roar, believing herself to be the champion.

And then Candice struck, sinking her teeth deep into Repta's thigh. The beast fell back, letting out a fury of blows at Candice's head, but she didn't budge. Instead, in what could have been missed in a blink, she struck her. Claws out, she slashed her across her genitalia.

Repta cried out in pain. Candice did not loosen her jaw and continued slashing at her genitalia. Up, down, left, right. Repta continued to hit her, but Candice didn't budge one bit. And in a stroke of desperation, Repta wiggled her way forward, sinking her claws into Candice's buttocks.

At first, judging by her eyes, Candice was ready to let go, but her will probed stronger than her threshold for pain. She doubled down and continued her attacks.

And then, somehow, in between the pain, humiliation and odd body positioning, Repta managed to throw herself over Candice, sinking her other claw into her buttocks. Candice finally let go and Repta managed to reposition herself on top of Candice. She bit down on her tails and turned to one side. In an instant, she moved her hand from Candice's butt and shoved it between her legs, sinking her claws into her mond Venus. Scraping down, her scratch looked much deeper than what she was capable of doing before.

Candice, screaming in pain, tried turning back and forth, but Repta's grip didn't let her. She finally found a solution. She tossed and turned, managing to position her legs over Repta's head and she closed down, trying to strangle the Nidoqueen.

We were all so sure that this battle was about to end then and there.

But the most unlikely of things happened.

Repta, as she was being choked out, slipped two of her fingers inside of Candice. Inside her genitals. Inside her...pussy.

Candice quickly let go of Repta, trying to move away, but the Nidoqueen didn't allow her, pulling her closer to her, managing slither between her legs and position herself of top her. All the while, she was violently fingering her opponent.

Candice let out a cry. It wasn't of pain. We were already familiarized with what a cry of pain was for these beasts. It was something different. Something between pleasure, shame and guilt.

The pokemon, which throughout the battle had gathered so close to the warriors, had started to disperse. Especially now, since both matriarchs were violently wagging their tails. There were one or two casualties. A Bulbasaur was knocked over one of the herds. A few bird pokemon were rudely knocked away.

But even now, as a final resort, Candice started tossing and turning. Although large, Repta was obviously smaller and lighter than her opponent and she could not really keep her pinned down for long.

After much pushing, Candice managed to turn over, but Repta, not to be outdone, sued the momentum and the pair rolled a few more times. What little pokemon were watching the heated battle up close were now scattering as the titans expanded their warfield.

After many rolls, roars, bites and slashes, Candice managed to top Repta and try as she might, the Nidoqueen could not break away from the Kangaskhan's grasp. Candice reached behind her and shoved two of her fingers up Repta's pussy. Repta squirmed, trying to fight her opponent off, trying to land a slash or a punch, but it was no use.

Candice moved up, pinning the arms of her opponent with her knees. And that was that. It was obvious now who had one. Repta could not break away from Candice. All that was left now was for her to admit defeat.

At least that's what we thought.

As I said, I have been rereading some archeological findings recently. Chronicles, rediscovered hieroglyphs, architectural phenomena. And more and more of my research leads me to believe that there is a very sexual element in pokemon battles. Whether or not we are talking about pokemon in the wild or battles between trainers, there has always been a very powerful and consensual sexual aspect in these battles.

And so, for the first time in my career, I witnessed it.

Candice continued to violently finger Rapta, to which she led out moans. And unlike any previous sound, these were of pure pleasure. There seemed to be some sort of struggle, but it wasn't as vicious as it was in what preceded the scene we were witnessing.

At one point, during her convulsions, Rapta grabbed Candice by the neck, squeezing her tight. But Candice didn't struggle to let herself free. Instead, she looked as if she was enjoying it. There was a determination in their eyes. Something raw and primal.

And as Candice continued to finger her once opponent, Rapta pulled the Kangaskhan towards, smooshing their faces together. They started kissing. Rather violently, but it was only that. Kissing.

Saliva ran down Rapta's face when she would break away to take in a deep breath, before returning back. It was uncanny, but it was pure. One of the purest displays I had ever seen. Their tongues twisting from behind their glistening teeth.

By then, only the two herds were left surrounding the lovers, but even they knew to stay back, a good distance away from their thrashing tails and legs.

Finally, Rapta pulled away from the kiss. She turned her head to one side, breathing heavily. It was obvious she was nearing climax. Her panting became more sporadic, higher in frequency. And then, Candice sunk her teeth into Rapta's neck.

Rapta let out a vicious roar, sending the herds back a few steps and making all birds in the trees to take flight.

It was done. Candice pulled out her fingers from Rapta, licking them seductively, after which she pushed them into Rapta's mouth. She didn't seem to mind at all. Her tongue wrapped around her fingers, licking off any juices that were left.

And with that it was over. Candice got up from her opponent and Rapta stood up and walked back to her herd, albeit a bit shakingly. The Nidos all gathered around her and they went back into the wooded area from where they came.

That day, we were all changed. We discussed what we saw with my colleagues, not exactly sure what to make of it. We finally settled on writing a paper on it. "Territorial disputes amongst wild pokemon during migrations" is still one of my most famous, and one of my most controversial, articles to this day. But it was just that. An article. Facts, theories and so forth.

There is something there. Something in pokemon battles that we, as a species, have forgotten. I believe it is my duty, as a scientist, no, as a human being, to rediscover what so many of our ancestors knew.

I'll be sure to continue my research, publishing what I can. Even if it destroys my career. The world needs to know.