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Faint Attack

Dio stifled a hoarse yelp as his opponent's leg whipped past his defenses and into his balls - and not for the first time in the past ten minutes. His orbs, normally dangling comfortably about three inches below his crotch, were re-introduced to his pelvis at roughly eighty miles per hour.

The Houndoom gagged, briefly lifted off of his feet before he stumbled against the wall of the arena and once again found his footing, although he could already feel that increasingly familiar white-hot agony coursing through his loins and into his gut. His legs were shaking like leaves, and even through his tear-blurred eyes he could clearly see his opponent winding up for another attack.

Clearly it had been a mistake to ever get into the ring with a Lopunny.

It had seemed like such an easy decision, too, when he was first given his choice of opponents. The cute Vulpix at the match-up desk had given him three options, and of those three the Lopunny had been the only one that didn't have six-inch claws. In retrospect, it was clear why she had giggled so much after he had made his decision, but he had been so captivated by her cleavage that he hadn't questioned it.

Dio shook his head groggily, desperately trying to shrug off the pain so he could focus on defending himself - but it was so hard to breath all of a sudden. It was all he could do to stay on his feet, slumped against the curved wall as he tried to recover his wits. This was the sixth- no, the seventh time his deceptively swift opponent had managed to sneak an attack past his guard, and it was getting harder and harder to fight back.

Twin starbursts exploded in his head as the Lopunny struck again, her thick toes crushing into his balls with uncanny accuracy as she rocketed her leg forward in a perfectly executed punt. Granted, her toes were relatively soft in comparison to her shin or knee, but the wall behind him was not, and the resulting impact was enough to briefly flatten his increasingly swollen gonads into pancakes.

The canine's eyes bulged, his mouth gaping wide as he struggled to process this fresh new layer of hell. He jack-knifed forward at the waist, falling roughly onto all-fours as his whole body spasmed uncontrollably. The roar of the approving crowd vibrated the arena around him, and he could just make out the indistinct words of the perpetually-excited Zangoose announcer, although it was hard to make out her words over the rush of blood in his ears and that sickly, high pitched whinin- oh, wait, was that him? Was he making that sickening sound?

Dio gagged again, begging Arceus to grant him strength as he fought the urge to throw up. Again, the Vulpix matchmaker's warning about not eating before the match made perfect sense in retrospect. He couldn't even stand anymore - he was trying to, but his body was clearly staging a mutiny. 'Get up!' his brain screamed, but instead he just flopped against the arena floor like a Magikarp out of water.

The Houndoom was suddenly acutely aware that the Lopunny was standing over him, her hands on her hips and her bare chest thrust out proudly. She was smirking, watching him flop about as he tried to find the strength to get back to his feet. Dio reached down deep, trying to muster up a Howl, but it came out like a sickly whimper. He tried to Leer, but he only succeeded at drooling onto the floor.

The Lopunny laughed, grabbing ahold of Dio's curved horns before flipping him roughly onto his back, hard enough to drive the breath back out of him. He twitched and spasmed, toes curling as he found it hard to even cover his crotch or cross his legs protectively. It was like his body had just given up, but his brain was too stubborn to let him pass out already. He panted, harshly, drawing in one ragged breath after another as the Lopunny walked briskly about his fallen form. He knew what was coming, even before she had grabbed ahold of his ankles.

"Nngh... n-... no...! For Arceus' sake! D-... don't!"

The female flashed Dio a bucktoothed grin, shrugging her shoulders cutely as she forcibly spread his legs wide. "Sorry hon, but I've gotta! If it helps, it's nothing personal."

Oddly enough, that did take a little bit of the sting out of the vicious beating. Unfortunately, even that small reprieve was heart-breakingly brief. The Lopunny's foot lifted high, then even higher, and higher still - almost impossibly high as she angled her heel toward his goods. Under any other circumstance he might have enjoyed the view, given that his opponent was entirely nude, but at the moment his libido was nowhere to be found. Likely dead in a ditch somewhere, along with his pride and his manhood.

Then the femme's leg dropped.

To his credit, the Houndoom was just too tired and too beaten-down to even scream or buck as that unforgiving heel pounded down onto his balls with every ounce of force that the bunny could muster. Instead, he just jerked a bit, his eyes crossed as his muscles tensed wearily, his legs twitching feebly against the female's gripping paws.

From the explosive, brain-scrambling pain that was rapidly overtaking his few remaining senses, Dio could only guess that his opponent had focused all her energy on his left testicle. Did he even still HAVE a left testicle? He really couldn't tell anymore, since it seemed to have become the center of a non-stop torrent of agony.

He found himself praying to Arceus again, but not for strength. Instead, he was praying that he could just pass out already, or that the referee would find it in her heart to call the match already. He was clearly beaten, but as long as he kept twitching and squirming that Arceus-damned Espeon seemed content to let the match continue, and the Judges were nowhere to be found. As long as-

Dio shuddered a bit, forcing one eye open just a slit to get his bearings. The Lopunny's foot was held high again, and she was clearly setting her sights on his right nut this time, intent on evening out the abuse. The Houndoom bit his tongue, then forced himself to abruptly go limp, rolling his eyes back theatrically as his tongue lolled out one side of his gaping muzzle. He even let a rivulet of foamy saliva drool down his cheek, to complete the illusion, and he prayed that the referee would take the bait before his opponent could render him a neuter.

"Houndoom has fainted! Lopunny wins!"

The male kept as still as he could manage, even as the Lopunny threw his legs to the ground in disgust. He could hear the crowd booing, and he could hear the announcer trying to distract them with instant replays of the fight's most brutal moments. It took every ounce of will he had remaining to keep himself sprawled out limply, but it was certainly better than the alternative.

"What!? No! That's bullshit!" Dio opened his eye the tiniest sliver, peering blearily about until he could fix his bleary gaze on his former opponent. She was standing toe-to-toe with the referee, fuming. "He's SO totally faking it! I've knocked out dozens of guys, and none of 'em ever went down like that!"

The Espeon brushed past the incensed fighter, kneeling down between the male's spread legs as she studied his face. Unlike the Lopunny, she was actually wearing clothes - although her striped referee's jersey only made it down to her midriff and the collar was cut provocatively low for the benefit of the crowd. "Hm, no, he's..."

'Oh Arceus!' Dio thought to himself, 'unconscious unconscious unconscious I am unconscious...'

The feline bit her lip, thoughtfully, her nose scrunched up as she focused her mind on the male. It was always tricky with those Dark-Types, since they were highly resistant to telepathic scanning. Of course, after being on the receiving end of so many brutal groin-kicks, it was a little easier to cut through that resistance - but just a little.

There was pain, obviously, and shock and disbelief, but... "No, I'm pretty sure he's unconscious. Or in a coma. Or maybe he's just in shock. Whatever it is, I think it's time to get him to a Recovery Center."

The Lopunny fumed, but she didn't argue. Instead, she stood off to one side as she waited for the referee to do her thing. Without any further delay, the Espeon reached down between the Houndoom's legs to briskly scoop up his horribly swollen pair in her paws. It was almost comical, because they had swollen so badly that it was clear the referee could barely fit them one to a paw - his left nut especially, since it had been on the receiving end of the lapine's Pound attack.

Dio tensed as the feline suddenly clamped down on his eggs, first one and then the other, her mostly-sheathed claws pricking lightly at the flesh of his scrotum as she dug her joints into the soft nutmeat. Dio hadn't been expecting that, and he reflexively tensed, the faintest hint of a whimper escaping his throat.

The Espeon's eyes narrowed, her ears perked up to high alert as she eyed the canine, but he continued to lie still. The feline quickly finished her brisk examination of the male's tenderized nuggets before she looked back to the Lopunny, "No ruptures. Sorry Bonnie, but it looks like you're losing your touch."

The feline dropped the male's heavy orbs back to the arena floor with an almost nauseating 'plop', but the canine managed to keep himself utterly silent this time. The feline upraised one paw, gesturing with her fingers to the announcer, and a second later the overhead screens cut away from action replays to show a closeup of the Lopunny, her stats scrolling across the bottom of the screen. Her 'Ruptures' stat remained unchanged.

"No. No way," The Lopunny's normally cute features curled up into an ugly scowl as she pointed at the fallen male. "Lari, this is bullshit and you know it. If you hadn't called the match early, I would have gotten more than just a TKO. I get paid by the nut, so it's like you're reaching right into my pockets and stealing poke'dollars by the pawful!"

The Espeon, Larissa, frowned as she crossed her arms. "Don't you take that tone with me, Bon, or I'll disqualify you for unsportsmonlike conduct. Don't think I won't. You always get pissy when things don't go your way. This is just like that time with the Tauros."

Bonnie leaned in, towering over the feline as she moved almost nose-to-nose with her. Really, the Lopunny wasn't any taller than the Espeon, but her long ears and her long legs made it seem like she was. "This is nothing like that! And you were wrong then, too! I should have totally gotten credit for a full castration from that 'bout, and you know it!" She gestured toward the audience, most of whom were still eagerly watching the altercation as it played out. "They know it too!"

Lari darkened a bit, shaking her head as she mentally counted to ten. "No, you WOULD have gotten credit for a full castration, but the Nurses found out that you had just knocked one of them up into his abdomen. He went on to fight in a dozen more matches before he was retired by Bessie the Ballbuster during the Spring Finals in Littleroot." And as if on cue, the Zangoose announcer scrambled to find the right footage. A split second later, the crowd was thrilling to footage of a buxom Miltank taking on the aforementioned Tauros.

"Look," Bonnie fumed. She was trying to hold onto her temper - Arceus KNOWS she was trying, since she knew she was dangerously close to stepping over the line. "Let me just get one more whack at him. I can prove he's faking it."

The Espeon frowned again, glancing down at the Houndoom. He hadn't moved an inch since she had inspected him, or- wait, had his arms changed position a bit? And his ears, they were lax now, but she could have sworn they were just angled toward her as if he were listening to her conversation. "Ah..."

Larissa shook her head, adamantly. "No, absolutely not. You know the rules. I let you take another shot at him while he's unconscious, and the next thing you know he's lost one or both of his pupmakers, and then its nothing but lawsuits. The League doesn't need that. We're on thin enough ice as it is, after that incident with Drakana last year." And again, as if on cue, the lightning-fast Zangoose had footage of the infamous Christmas Semi-finals match between a female Lugia and a once-male Ninetails.

"Besides," the Espeon grunted. "There's no way he's faking it. I'd sense it." She thumped her bare footpaw lightly against the male's crotch, demonstratively. It wasn't a particularly cruel or vicious blow, but it was firm enough to briefly deform the male's bruised plums against the unyielding ground.

'Oh, Arceus!' Dio thought to himself, barely suppressing a pained shudder. Even with several minutes reprieve, the pain had only just barely subsided, and the feline's less-than-gentle nudge had re-ignited every throbbing nerve in his nethers. He held his breath for a split second to keep himself from crying out, but-

Larissa's eyes narrowed again, her head cocked slightly as her tails whipped back and forth behind her. She abruptly dropped to her knees, landing with a solid 'whump' of impact just shy of the male's vulnerable nutsac. "Wait..." And his balls were back in her paws, as she carefully watched the male's features. "Hold on, just a second..."

"What is it, Lari?" The Lopunny was suddenly far less aggressive, her hands back on her rounded hips as she leaned in. "See? What did I tell you? He's totally faking it! He's just lying there, laughing his tail off at us!"

"Quiet!"

The Espeon held up one clawed finger, shushing Bonnie without ever taking her eyes off of the Houndoom's face. Her paw lowered, fingers wrapping about the neck of the male's scrotum as she squeezed his balls down to the bottom of his sac. Closing her other paw into a fist, she upraised two knuckles before briskly grinding them into the male's tender left testicle with far less care than she had previously shown.

Dio couldn't help it this time. Despite his best efforts, his ear gave the slightest twitch, his tongue the slightest curl as he stifled a pained groan. He froze again immediately afterwards, but he had already made a fatal mistake.

The feline didn't even hesitate this time, her fist drawn back before she rapped it sharply against the male's sac. No response, so she drew her fist back farther, the fingers of her other paw squeezing about the canine's bloated testicles as she stretched them away from his groin. This time, her fist impacted with a solid 'whump' of impact, like a meat tenderizer thumping into a choice cut of meat.

That was all the male could handle, and this time he actually uttered a pained grunt, his legs tensed to either side of the kneeling Espeon as his toes curled. Through the haze of renewed pain, Dio could feel a growing sensation of cold dread. 'Oh shit oh shit oh shit, does she know?'

Lari's lip curled, and a genuine flash of anger flitted across her slit pupils before she roughly jerked the male's plums upward in her tightly gripping paw. She got them three, then four inches clear, then another half-inch as she almost considered ripping them right off. She had claws, after all, and the male really HAD pulled one over on her - but no, that would probably spell the end of her career as a referee in the Underground League.

So instead, she just slammed her fist into them again, the increasingly tender nutflesh squashing and deforming around her knuckles. The male yelped, this time, fresh tears running down his cheeks as he squirmed, his eyes opened now as he evidently decided to give up the charade. "Agh, you B-!" He bit off an expletive, but that didn't stop him from thinking it. Loudly.

"Ha, what'd I tell you!" The Lopunny crowed, victoriously! "Bastard was faking it all along!"

Larissa sneered, shifting a bit as she released the male's puppymakers. Whether he had said it out loud or not, she had heard his thought loud and clear. Crawling up over him, she found some small satisfaction at the obvious fear in the canine's eyes in that scant few seconds before she jerked her knee into his crotch. Dio bucked beneath the feline as she vented her anger in another vicious knee, and then another, and another, and another, and anoth-

"Woah, hey!" The Lopunny grabbed the feline's shoulder, pulling her back some. "Easy, if you bust'em up then I don't get the credit for it!"

The Espeon started a bit, abruptly brought back to the present as she glanced down at the thoroughly nutted male. His eyes were just a bit glazed over, foam building up at the corner's of his mouth as he weakly squirmed and writhed beneath her. She stammered, lost for a moment. "A-... ah, right, right... I, uh..."

Lari abruptly rose, although she didn't step out from between the Houndoom's quivering legs. Blushing just a bit, the Espeon smoothed her rumpled jersey with her paws as she announced, "Houndoom has NOT fainted! One kick penalty for unsportsmonlike conduct!" And like that, the crowd erupted into cheers and catcalls.

The Lopunny's muzzle split with a bucktoothed grin so wide that it almost went from ear to ear, "No foolin'?"

Larissa simply smiled, sliding down to straddle the canine's torso as she pinned him down beneath her. She planted her backside toward the male's face, her paws set against his thighs to force them wide with deceptive, psychic-fueled strength. "No fooling. But make it a good one, because you only get one crack at it before I let him back up."

"Oh, I ain't worried about THAT," Bonnie grinned, circling around the two 'mon. She eyed her targets, then took a few steps back, and then a few more. Clearly she wanted a good running start. A very good running start. "He ain't ever gonna be gettin' NOTHIN' up after this!"

"Nnnh, n-... no, you can't let her-!" Dio whimpered, his voice hoarse and wavering near soprano. "I quit! I yield! Ng... j-... just don't let her do this!"

Lari glanced back over her shoulder at the male's face, smiling sweetly with every one of her sharp teeth. "Oh! Well, it's a shame you didn't say that earlier. But alright, you'll forfeit the match right after the penalty kick's been taken care of."

Dio blanched, his ears sagging. "B-... but you can't..."

"Sorry, but the call's already been made. You can take it up with the judges if you'd like." The feline's tail lifted, crooking to point both tailtips toward the panel of judges. A Machamp, a Tyranitar, and a Blaziken all stared back impassively - they were all female, and not a one of them had made any move to stop the 'bout, as unorthidox as it had become. "But you know, they're called The Nutcrackers for a reason. If they rule against you, then its one of THEM that gets to take the penalty kick."

Larissa perked her ears, innocently. "But... I suppose I could ask them, if you really want them in the arena too. Did you know the Tyranitar there is a three-time Underground League champion?" She gestured toward the judge's thick, scaley tail. "Does a really wicked Dragon Tail. Never seen it leave a guy intact. Do you really want her to have to come over here resolve this? Or maybe the Blaziken can show off her Blaze Kick..."

The Espeon paused, allowing the canine a brief moment to mull over that. He snuck a peek at the Tyranitar, and the judge thumped her tail impatiently against the ground. Lari leaned back a bit, whispering conspiratorially. "I'd REALLY take my chances with Bonnie, if I were you."

The Houndoom swallowed, hard, his gaze flitting to the Lopunny where she stood clear across the arena. "I... ah... oh, Arceus...!" His voice was so small now, but there was a distinct note of resignation in there.

"Good, now close your muzzle. Don't want you to bite your tongue off."

"Oh Arceus! I can't just-... she's going to break them!"

"Ssshhhh," Larissa smiled again, her tails wrapping about the male's muzzle to bind it shut. "It's nothing personal, that's just her job. Take this as a life lesson, kid. Next time, quit while you're behind, and don't try to pull a fast one on a mind-reader."

And the crowd fell deathly silen- no, the ARENA fell deathly silent, but for the muffled voice of the Houndoom and the swift thump-thump-thump of the rapidly approaching Lopunny's footpaws.

For his part, Dio squirmed and struggled in vain. The Espeon seemed impossibly heavy, despite her lithe frame and subdued curves - she couldn't weigh more than a hundred pounds, but she seemed to have no problem keeping the male helpless! And then, it stopped mattering as the Houndoom's entire world shattered around him with one thunderous kick.

Bonnie's toes impacted the crux of the Houndoom's legs with such force, such impact, that he should have skidded across the arena floor a good ten feet, but the Espeon's psychic powers held him firmly in place. Instead, all that ferocity was focused on the male's bloated pupmakers, crushing them both like quivering water balloons as they squashed and distorted grotesquely, quivering on the edge of destruction and- *POP!*

Dio's eyes went wide the second he felt it, his hips still lifted with the force of the kick and Bon's thick toes still grinding with impossible force against his once remaining- *POP!*

-and he was out. Well, not as clean as that, but he managed a plaintive whimper and a lingering cross-eyed expression of pure agony. Yes, he enjoyed a full six seconds of realization that felt like six eternities, and THEN he was out. It was a kick so wicked that every female in the audience fell silent with awe, and every male crossed their legs as their own respective plums and berries ached sympathetically. Even the Zangoose in the announcer's booth fell silent, her jaw hanging open dumbly.

"Ow, Arceus, fucking Houndoom broke my toes!" Bonnie whined, breaking the silence. She lifted her leg, rubbing at her foot gingerly. "Nf, no, no, nothin's broken, just... ow! Seriously!"

The Espeon peered over her shoulder, watching the male's face for a few seconds longer until she was QUITE sure that he had really passed out this time. Glancing back to his crotch, she unabashedly reached down to scoop up his soft and bloated sac with both paws, roughly probing at the gooey mass inside with her thumbs. "Ah, no, I think you broke something alright..."

Bonnie's ears perked, the Lopunny grinning ever so slightly as she almost hopped a little with excitement. Apparently her foot didn't hurt TOO badly. "No foolin'!?"

Lari grinned, her own ears flicked forward as she offered a crooked grin in return. She gave the male's shapeless sac a few more firm squeezes, perhaps just a tad vindictive as she felt the last few traces of anything solid squashing into nothingness between her fingers. "No fooling." And she raised her paw, two fingers held aloft as she shouted, "Houndoom has fainted! Lopunny wins!"

And the crowd went wild, with even two of the judges rising to their feet to clap and cheer for the strutting Lopunny. Bonnie ran a victory lap, her vigorous celebrations goading the females in the audience to cheer all that much louder, while her buoyant bouncing made the males instantly forget all about how sorry they felt for the Houndoom.

"No, wait!" The Espeon's voice rang out, her paw upraised again with one finger held aloft. Two nurses had joined her about the unconscious canine, to poke and prod at his nethers. "Looks like the right one's here, it just got kicked right back up into him! Half points!"

Halfway back to the locker room a shrill bunny's voice rang out, cutting through the crowd's cheers. "Arceus DAMN it, Lari! This is bullshit! How come I never get my way with you!?"

And Dio just uttered a guttural groan - still not quite as unconscious as he really, really would have liked to be.