The Other Side of the Coin

Being wheeled up to one end of a long pit felt a lot like those human sacrifices they used to do.

Or at least the ones she’d seen on history shows. Back in the period just after when they were still living in caves (or rather, were often dragged into caves by horny Mon) but before formalized bonding was invented, humans generally lived in walled off cities. Trying their best to get along with, and manage the more common Pokémon that lived in their area.

The trouble was when some powerful, big dick swinging newcomer moved in, started doing things like knocking down those walls, and carrying off ladies by the handful. So, the practise of the sacrifice developed, apparently independently, all over.

The chosen (or sometimes volunteered) would walk out of the village, or sometimes they were tied to a stake, chained to a rock, some Mon liked the theatrics. They’d be carried off. Sometimes never to be seen again, but sometimes they’d eventually walk back through the gate with a new (and often very possessive) partner.

Apparently some historians thought this was the origin of the modern Gym Leader, but there was a lot of very nerdy debate about that.

Hailey couldn’t help feel that if they’d tried that kind of shit with her, the Pokémon probably would have walked right passed and torn off the town gate anyway, which felt like a similar level of personal failure as what was about to happen.

“Give em a hand folks, but not too loud, I bet her ears are still ringing!” Gardenia wasn’t exactly commentating but she had taken the roll of master of ceremonies. “Up next in the pit we’ve got, umm let’s see, Ann and Weiv!”

“This would be a lot easier if you’d just fight me yourself!” The orange suited girl seemed far more vibrant, and intimidating, in the light her partners tail gave off.

“Told you already, only during work hours! I’m busy enough trying to coral you rowdies! Now facing her we also have, oh! Hailey and Gem! Wait, where’s that ghost?”

Actually, that was a good question. Twisting around in her seat, Hailey looked behind. Pomona was still standing, well floating, there, and even raised her hand in a polite wave. Across the distance, Hailey could still see Gardenia shudder.

“A-all r-right! C-contestants, into the pit!”

The drop was many times Gem’s height (and the Monferno’s, as the Dex told her) but neither seemed bothered at all. Both landed lightly, squaring off. A flaming monkey which immediately dropped into a combat stance, cocky grin on her face, and a tiny electric brat, posing like she was on a runway.

Hailey wanted to bury her head in her hands, this was going to be a disaster.

Gem responded to the flag dropping by cocking a hip. “Awww, why so serious? We’re all just hear for fu…”

“Nah, none of that soft shit, we’re here for a fight!” Ann interupted, “Weiv, shut that down!”

“Sorry bitch, you’ll have to try actually fighting, I don’t go for flat chicks!”

There was something in both their voices, beyond just the words, that vibrated the air. Gem’s, despite her sassy demeanour, was calming… and immediately drowned out by an insult that made even Hailey want to stand up and punch that monkey for some reason.

Gem felt it even more. Stomping a food, sparks cascading down her cheeks. “The hell you say to me?! You clearly don’t have a clue how to appreciate the finer th-ACK!”

Faster than a blink Weiv had crossed the pit, fist outstretched to the place Gem had been. Had, because the punch had blown her backward to bounce off the wall behind her. The Minun was still standing, but doubled over. Hailey found her hands flying to her mouth.

“That was a… cheep shot.” Gem gasped out.

Weiv simply responded “We’re in a fight, not on a runway princess!”

“You can do both!” Gem was trying to regain face, putting up her fists while sparking up her cheeks. Weiv just snickered, and started cartwheeling.

Flaming cartwheels that was.

“And here I thought we were fighting, not at the circus!” Hailey wasn’t sure how Gem could be so catty, the Monferno had quickly spun a circle of fire around her and was still going, using the flames to hide her movements.

Gem was looking widely around her and Hailey wasn’t far behind. Even from above the Monferno was a blur, but she wasn’t content to just keep spinning around.

It was honestly doing something to Hailey, to see Gem getting buffeted by flames and fists, something she didn’t like. “There! No, your left! The other left! Just punch her or something! Like a sparky, electric punch thing!” Was it helping? Probably not, but she felt like she had to do something!

Gem looked like she wanted to respond, unfortunately Weiv had apparently gotten tired of playing around. Quick as a flash the monkey was behind Gem, one hand holding an arm bar, the other reaching around to grasp the Minun’s face.

“Hey, uh, Ann, this isn’t quite what I was AH! Don’t bite me your little brat!” It was hard to tell but Hailey thought she heard Gem let out a mumbled “Make me!” through the fingers covering her face.

“Yeah I don’t think… look, just… make her tap out Weiv.” Even Ann looked embarrassed for some reason.

“These two do seem more focused on the fighting part of battles, hard moves and such, I wonder what their soft techniques will be?” Pomona had been quiet thus far, which was probably a good thing, if she’d been more present Hailey probably would have tried to toss her down into the pit to stop this.

“She’s getting the crap beaten out of her, I don’t see how a bit of ‘softness’ is going to improve that!”

“Hailey, calm down.” The command was surprisingly direct for the ghost. “Gem is fine, you are thinking like she is you, but she is not. Keep watching.”

Pomona just about had to forcefully turn her head back to the spectacle. Things had changed a bit in just a few seconds. Weiv was still behind Gem, now one arm locked around her neck the other controlling her waist. The Monferno wasn’t tall, but she was taller than a Minun, so she was able to lift Gem into the air, balancing the squirming rodent on a knee and… oh, yep, that was her cock. What was it with Pokémon mixing sex and violence?

The urge once again told her to look away, this wasn’t for her, but then, that wasn’t true now was it? It wasn’t some random passerby down there, it was her partner. So, Hailey forced herself to watch.

Weiv was clearly in full control of the situation, her powerful arms could fully control Gem’s body and with the addition of her tail, she had a fifth limb she could lean back on. Gem was well and truly immobilized, even the sparks falling from her cheeks seems to fizzle out harmlessly like rain, though perhaps that wasn’t the best analogy for a fire type.

The crowd was collectively holding their breath as Weiv hotdogged between Gem’s quite ample thighs, only to erupt into cheering as the monkey pulled back, and then slammed her whole length inside. Funny enough, despite the obvious power imbalance, Gem was the only one with a smile on her face, Weiv’s was a mask of pure focus and exertion.

Hailey might have been watching, but it was through her fingers, while Pomona was calm as ever. “Yes, that is about what I expected, I would not be surprised if Wiev lacked any soft moves at all, Ann and her seemed like the more… direct types.”

“Oh, I’m sure Gem feels great about that!”

“I mean, a bit of finesse is always appreciated, but she is clearly still enjoying herself.”

It was true, Gem was still smiling for some reason, even if it was somewhat manic and squished. The red light of the Monferno’s fire was also periodically being interrupted by electric blue jolts which seemed to be causing some spasms but not much else.

“Shock… all you want, but I am not… letting go!” Weiv grunted out, in between violent thrusts.

Gem simply responded with a half gargled cackle. “Who says I want you to, squeeze harder! Are you a fighter or a fairy?” Hailey didn’t think that was a great idea, but it seemed to have the stated effect, you could practically see her eyes pop out like a stress toy.

“Her head is going to fly off!” Hailey could only wail.

“Be reasonable, there is almost no chance that could happen. Please, have a little faith in your partner.” Pomona said nonchalantly.

“I don’t see how she could possibly get out of that hold though!”

“Who says she has to? Oh, I guess you would be used to only watching daytime broadcast events, would you not? I think…” That thought would remain unsaid as a sudden scream echoed from the pit, but it wasn’t Gem.

Weiv was spasming, almost foaming at the mouth. At some point in the last few seconds she’d toppled over, tail gone as stiff as a board. Now she was laying on the ground, frantically pistoning up into Gem, only barely hanging on.

For her part Gem’s hips were beating the air like it owed her money. It was certainly the best look Hailey had yet gotten at her partners tool. Slapping back and forth off her belly the neon blue tip was like a light wand. Only, instead of flashing a symbol through the air, it was sending lines of clear pre flying all over, not the least over Gem herself. Her little coinpurse, smaller than one of the Minun’s own fists, was going to be bruised with all the slapping it was getting.

Still, the smile never left her face. Probably because little electrical blue arcs were dancing all over her body and arcing to Weiv’s, and whenever exactly they did, the Monferno spammed again. If anything, it grew larger as the fire type buried herself as deep as possible, and went still.

It wasn’t Hailey’s first cumshot, and that wasn’t a sentence she’d been expecting to think a week ago, but it was the most… vigorous. Apparently Weiv came just as hard as she fought because the backblast was visible from above, a puddle of milky white spreading out under quivering hips. It was actually somewhat concerning how long her hips remained arched, high above the ground, before the pair collapsed into a sordid pile.

Didn’t stop Gem from punching up her one, now free, arm though.

“Haha! Still got it! Hey Ref, call it! I can hear my opponent snoring in my ear!”

Weiv’s grip was apparently still iron though, Pomona had to float down to free her.

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“Brrr! That’s chilly!” Gem was shaking like a wet Poochyena, sending water droplets everywhere.

They’d been lucky enough to find a Prinplup gal who was suspiciously eager to hose the electric type off, in some fairly cold water it seemed. Suspicious given how Gem’s… bits had hidden back away after the fight, but were now present and ready to say hello again, especially her nipples which looked like they could cut glass. She didn’t seem to notice, or care, that she was on full display to many, many watching eyes as they headed back to their tent.

There had been no call from the ref of course, it wasn’t an actual match, just a bit of sport and entertainment to keep a bunch of stranded travellers from getting rowdy. Gem wouldn’t have necessarily won in an actual tournament, not being able to free yourself from your opponents post-orgasm grip is a bit of a mark against, but she was sure acting like she had.

Still dripping, the Minun strutted in front of both her partners, basking in the cheers and catcalls of onlookers like professional wrestler.

Still, Hailey wasn’t feeling so good, and it finally came out over dinner, reheated MRE cheese pizza.

“Arceus, I was completely useless back there.”

Gem was in the middle of taking a generous bite from a slice bigger than her mouth, while Pomona was daintily slicing her piece with crude camping cutlery on a paper plate.

“I meeeaaaaaaan, I wasn’t really expecting you to?” Gem tried her best to put a spin on it, but it wasn’t very convincing.

“I had no idea what was going on though? I couldn’t think fast enough, I don’t know anything about tactics or… whatever! I think my random blubbering just made things worse!”

“Well, you do have to be… careful about shouting out random stuff now that we’re bonded. It’s, ah, hard to ignore for… what do they call it, metaphysical reasons? But it’s fine, I bounced back! Just first time jitters, everyone gets em!”

Hailey wasn’t about to let a little reassurance rain on her pity parade though. “I’m 27 and not only was I useless, I actively got in the way! A five year old would do better than me if they let them in!”

Gem looked like she wanted to rebut that Pomona motioned her off. “Hailey, dear, we know this is all worrying and stressful to you. We would know even if you had not said anything.”

“You can’t hide shit from us!” Gem cackled.

“Well, emotionally at least.” Pomona continued, “This is all new to you and it is unsettling you, to put it one way. You feel like this should not have happened, that you do not deserve it, that it will end, that you will not be able to… participate, to belong.”

Gently, Pomona set her plate aside, noticeably having ignored the crusts. “That is why Gem and I started… talking about a few things while you were out with the good doctor the other day. We think we have an idea to help you feel more… connected.”

“It’s gonna rock your fuckin mind Wheels, gonna need to call that dragon to resuscitate you.” Gem’s giggling hadn’t changed, but Hailey felt it was a good deal more sinister than before.

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They’d pulled her into the tent right after she’d finished eating. It was… cozy, with three people inside it.

At least she’d been allowed to change into her new PJ’s first, actually just the stuff she’d gotten from the centre. It was funny how shy she felt changing in front of them, given nurses had been dragging her in and out of stuff her whole life.

If she had to put it down one thing, the nurses had been disinterested, or just pitying, while those two looked… hungry. It made her nervous and anticipatory in equal measure.

What were they planning? Gem’s fight had been stressful, it was hard to watch someone get powerfucked into the air and not feel something. Still, just because her chest was feeling a bit fluttery, that didn’t mean down below was as well.

And that only made her more nervous.

“So.. aha, I, uh, n-noticed you d-didn’t really… finish, in the fight.”

Gem simply smirked. She’d cozied herself up between Pomona’s thighs, leaning back with her head resting on the ghosts belly, a position that let both of them stare her down.

“Oh that was a fun appetizer, but why would I gorge myself on the appetizer? Like I said, me and Pompom have been planning something.”

Hailey moved to speak, but found her mouth blocked by… one of Pomona’s little tassel things? The fact she could control those was strange and not a little bit unnerving.

“I believe” Pomona said, “that she was about to say something like ‘you would have had more fun with Weiv’ or ‘sorry, but there is not much I can do’, something like that.”

“Probably a bit less stilted, but that seems right. Maybe apologizing for how her body just isn’t ‘awake’ despite the bangin’ show I put on for her earlier. Well, like I said, we’ve been thinking about this, and have come up with a plan so devious you could stick a tail on it and call it a Buizel!”

Ok, now she was getting worried, now helped by the fact that, while Pomona withdrew her tassel… tentacle… thing, she was now proffering a dark strip of cloth. Just random fabric or part of her?

“You should not let Gem tease you Hailey, but yes, we have been brainstorming something and while I am more than a touch out of practise, I believe our Bond should make it possible.”

It was probably a silly looking scene, the three of them in the tent. Pomona against one wall, Gem now standing in the middle, Hailey already tucked into her sleeping bag.

Common sense would tell you to be more than a bit dubious in a situation like this. Pomona had always been quietly pushy, or not so quietly today, which was still rather strange. But at the end of the day they were her partners. They hadn’t left.

Hailey took the blindfold.

Nothing happened.

“Am I supposed to be, well, feeling anything?”

Pomona tittered. “No no, I just did not want you to feel… overwhelmed.” Before Hailey could ask what she meant, she felt a soft hand take hers. And then a tugging, not physical, as if in the mind.

It was like an… overlay, that was the best way she could describe it. She could still feel the sleeping bag on her body, the usual aches and pains, but now there was… more.

A cold breeze she couldn’t account for. A strange… something below her waist. The sensation of lightness. But also, she could see.

The darkness of the blindfold was still there, but so was Gem, standing there, and… herself… in the sleeping bag.

It took an embarrassingly long time to realize she was looking out of Pomona’s eyes. Was this a regular thing for Ghost partners?

“Well, well, did it work?” Gem was practically hopping in place.

“I believe so. The connection could be stronger, and this is not normally the ‘direction’ we do things, but…” Pomona floated up, though she still had to duck to stay in the tent. It all felt so incredibly light, like the tiniest breeze could blow her away, light and cold, but not painful.

At least, cold until Gem’s hand shot out and grabbed something.

“Good, now we can get on to the main event! Let’s get my big throat pillow out and ready!”

The shock of having her… cock? grabbed was almost enough to make her miss how bad that line was.