Aftermath
Story by Sellenic on SoFurry
Hey everyone! I know I’m pretty late to the party; more than a decade late by any measure. But I’ve been a fan of the Underground League for a while, and I wanted to contribute something from another point of view. For my first ever story on this website, please enjoy: Aftermath.
The first stimuli Grant registered was the steady beeping of hospital monitors. That, and a dull pain spread all around his body. He couldn’t remember why he was in a hospital bed-why his entire body ached-but between his legs he had a muted feeling of
the crowd roared as the Meowscarada’s paw descended
His mind flinched away, as he instinctively recoiled from whatever he was remembering. Despite the brief flash of insight, he remained confused. His stupor was interrupted, however, when a voice appeared by his side. “So, you’re awake, then?”
Grant’s eyes shot open, and he briefly took in a sterile hospital room, before coming to rest on a stern looking Blissey.
“Whuh-?” He tried to raise his head, but the dull ache around his body exploded into a shrieking refusal, turning his question into a hiss of air.
“I wouldn’t recommend doing that right now,” the Blissey advised, writing something on a clipboard. “Poke-healing has its limits, and the Underground League’s insurance only covers so much.”
“Who-” Grant tasted colors for a brief moment, as his body thoroughly protested even speaking. Yet even as his body erupted into pain, his mind focused on what the doctor had said. As the pain subsided, he managed to choke out, “Underground League?”
“-should Grant get to keep his-”
“Yes, Mr. Galloway, you are currently in the Underground League’s PokeCenter™ franchise. To answer your second question, I am Doctor Lamont, the same man who’s treated you the previous eight times you’ve required treatment.” The Blissey–Dr. Lamont–looked at Grant over his glasses, with a calculating look in his eyes, and paused writing. “You wouldn’t happen to be experiencing any memory issues, would you? That’d be a novel adverse reaction.”
“N-no,” he stuttered, finally acclimating to the kick of pain every time he moved his jaw. “I can remember the basics. My name is Grant, I’m a Carracosta, and I’m a competitor in the Underground League.”
“Yes…” Dr. Lamont clicked his tongue, making a mark on his paper. “About the last, do you remember why you’re here?”
He shouldered the boos, and ignored the audience chanting “Pop! Pop! Pop!” as his opponent stepped into the ring. She didn’t look so tough.
“No… I remember I was about to fight a Meowscarada, that’s right?”
“Mmm.” Dr. Lamont nodded slowly, though a lifetime of dealing with strict teachers made Grant feel like he’d somehow answered incorrectly. “Bella the Ball-breaker. Her epithet will allow us to segue rather nicely.”
His entire body screamed in agony-his balls must be hanging on by a thread.
“Huh?” Grant’s fatigued mind failed to grasp what the Blissey was saying. “What do you mean, doc?”
“I’ll speak plainly,” Dr. Lamont sighed. “Bella won your match handily, and her final move managed to rupture both of your testicles beyond any hopes of repair.”
He couldn’t believe his ears. “What? No, doc, that’s crazy. There’s no way I could’ve-”
-grin twisted in sadistic glee as she raised the orb of concentrated solar power. “...Say goodbye to your-”
His voice hitched, as he started to remember. Dr. Lamont simply shook his head and said, “What I’m here to talk to you about is your next steps forward. Hormone science has come a long way, and with just a single shot every month, you won’t notice a difference.”
“Now, this isn’t cheap, but I know that you rookies get a pretty big payout for the end of your career, and with the right investments…” The doctor glanced up and saw Grant’s expression. “Ah, I’ll give you a few moments alone. Two lawyers will enter in about half an hour, but if you need more time, then feel free.”
The Blissey left the room, letting Grant quietly cry on his own.
She didn’t look so tough.
He’d never regretted any words so hard before. The moment the bell rung she’d lunged directly for his balls. But he was sure he could win. Even if she had the type advantage, he’d learned a few Ice-type moves just for matchups like these-
and that was when her first Crush Claw caught his nuts.
His hands were covering his face. He wanted to hold his balls, but whenever he did, she’d pry his hands off and stomp on them even harder. He couldn’t bear to see what state his balls were in. Not after the third time she hung him by them with a Grass Knot.
His sobs were quiet as Bella dragged him around the ring by one leg, displaying his beaten testicles for everyone to see. He almost didn’t hear Bella’s question to the audience.
“Should Grant get to keep his balls?”
The crowd’s response was to increase the volume of the same thing they’d been chanting since the match started.
“Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!”
Somewhere deep in his hindbrain, Grant understood what the Meowscarada had asked. And while he couldn’t string together a coherent pair of words, he could still beg.
“No. No. No. No.”
Bella grinned and leaned downward, asking, “What was that?”
“Please. Please. No. No. No.”
She swung back up and cooed at the audience, “Aww, he’s shy. Now, who wants to see a real finish?”
The audience exploded in applause, and what little resistance Grant had was broken when he heard so many people call for him to be castrated.
“Now, count down for me!” Bella called out to the crowd, and raised his leg even higher so everyone could so his groin. In her other hand, a ball of pure energy started to gather.
As the crowd cheered, and counted until the next round, Bella leaned closer to Grant’s face so she could whisper to him.
Her grin twisted in sadistic glee as she raised the orb of concentrated solar power. “I love breaking rookies. Say goodbye to your balls!”
“SOLAR BEAM!”