As he sat in the locker room awaiting his match, Leo found that he was starting to regret his decision to join the Underground League. He'd competed in plenty of battles before, of course, but those were small private matches with all sorts of rules and regulations. Amateurs that didn't really know how to fight. 
 
The Luxio was proud of himself for winning every match he'd been in. Sure, they weren't always easy victories, but they were victories nonetheless. And yet, despite this perfect record, people still belittled him. No one took him seriously when he said he wanted to be a professional fighter. They said he was to small, too slow. He knew he wasn't the most intimidating looking 'mon, being a black and blue feline, but he thought after his first few matches people would realize how skilled he was. He was battling in the little leagues, they told him.
 
So when he learned about the UL, he jumped at the chance to join. He'd heard the rumors: only the toughest of the tough fought here. As he hastily wrote his name on the forms, not even bothering to read them, visions of cheering crowds filled his mind. One win was all he needed, then no one would ever mock him again. One match to show the world he wasn't small, wasn't weak, wasn't afraid. One match to prove himself as a fighter. The chance of getting to fuck was just a bonus. 
 
When he was told about how matches in the UL often ended with a male having his nuts squished until he fainted, it didn't even damper his spirits that much. "They probably tell all the guys that just to scare them." He reasoned. Besides, losing a ball meant losing a match, and he never lost.
 
Now that he was actually here, though, Leo was nervous. As he looked around the locker room, his paws were staring to cramp from clutching the bench. Everyone here was bigger than him. How was he supposed to fight someone two or even three times his size? He knew fights in the UL were dirty, but would they intentionally put him in a impossible fight? All he knew about his opponent was that they were a female named Abby. For all he knew they could be a legendary. The fact that everyone was naked didn't help either. It was hard to concentrate with a bunch of dicks and asses in your face.
 
The Luxio was suddenly torn from his thoughts as he heard the crowd burst into cheers. He looked towards the doors that led to the stadium. The match was over already? It hadn't even been five minutes. 
 
A voice from beside him spoke, "Damn, I thought for sure he'd win." Leo turned to the frowning Cinderace sitting next to him. "Why do you assume he's the one that lost?" He asked.
 
The fire type shook his head, "Because only the females are cheering. And judging by how loud they are, I'm betting he just lost a testicle ... or two."
 
The feline's eyes widened as he felt what little confidence he had left leave him. The realization that he might actually go home with an empty sack finally hit him for real. Oh Arceus, he thought they were joking when they asked it he wanted to give a sperm sample for storage. The Cinderace caught his expression and raised an eyebrow, "You okay man?"
 
He was, in fact, not okay. If a Machamp could lose a fight this fast, what chance did he have? His companion placed a hand on his shoulder. "You're new here aren't you? Is this your first match?" 
 
Leo looked down at the floor awkwardly, both to hide his face and to avoid staring at the bunny's half filled ballbag, "Is it that obvious?" The rabbit frowned again, "I mean, yeah. No offense dude, but you don't look very experienced. You sure you're up for this? Your match hasn't started yet, you know you can tap out, right?"
 
Leo's worry quickly turned to anger. Was this dumb bunny accusing him of being a coward? His head snapped up with a growl as he began reply, but was cut off by the intercom calling his name. Finally, it was his turn to fight. He'd show that stupid rabbit. Jumping off the bench, the Luxio glared at the fire type before stomping across the room and pushing through the door.
 
He immediately found his eyes and ears assaulted by the blinding lights and deafening crowd.
 

 
Looking around, Leo was caught off guard by how big the crowd was. Hundreds of Pokémon of every type, shape, and size filled the stands. A grin slide its way across his face. This was the moment he had been dreaming of. This was his chance to prove himself. His nervousness suddenly forgotten, he made a show of walking into the center of the arena. Flashing a smile, he puffed out his chest, gracefully flicking his star tipped tail from side to side. His beautiful gold eyes scanned the audience with pride. Everyone was staring at him, his smile getting bigger with each occasional whistle.
 
Standing in the middle of the stadium, he stretched himself out to show off his lean body. This seemed to prompt a series of excited hoots from the stands. Twisting his body from one pose to the next, he raised an ear in an attempt to make out what they were saying. There was too many voices all screaming at once to make anything out clearly, but he assumed they must be cheering for him to win. "The match hasn't even started and they already love me." He thought, leaning forward to raise his butt into the air in a silly tease.
 
A soft buzzing sound brought his attention back. Looking down between his legs, he saw his opponent. Hovering slightly above the ground, a yellow Beedrill floated toward him, her head slightly cocked to the side. Leo gave a sigh of relief. He'd been scared they'd put him against an Onix or something, a Beedrill wasn't that bad. The bug type gave a short laugh, "This is your first fight, isn't it?"
 
Her cackling mandibles made his smile lower. "What makes you say that?" he replied with an annoyed huff. Shifting her gaze slightly upward, she raised one of her drills to his crotch, "You got a nice dick, but that's not exactly a defensive pose. You usually don't wanna show your balls to your opponent."
 
The male quickly spun around to hide his junk from her sight. He'd completely forgotten he was naked. Blood rushed to his cheeks, his blush visible even through his blue fur. "Just getting the crowd excited, is all." He replied with an obvious lie. 
 
She continued to stare at him, and felt his legs instinctively start to close in embarrassment. Realizing this, he forced them back open, and held his head high. He needed to show the crowd that he was brave, he wouldn't cower or back down from this fight.
 
His eyes then fell to her drills, which, due to UL regulations, were thankfully dull, almost flat at the end. He swallowed anxiously. Though they weren't sharp enough to pierce, he doubted the hard cones would feel good if she jabbed them into his gonads. And that stinger, Oh Arceus, that stinger. 
 
He was so focused on the Beedrill that it took him a minute to realize there was a Banette in the arena with them, speaking into a microphone. He shivered, the Banette's creepy zipper mouth always made him uncomfortable. Shifting his attention back to the bug type, Leo was too lost in his head to fully catch what the ghost was saying (or realize that she, too, was nude), though he swore he heard the word "pop."
 
As the crowd fell silent, Leo quickly tried to construct a battle plan. He wanted to end this as quickly as possible.
 
"I could probably just zap her right away, but... no that would be a cop out. No, I'm gonna show everyone that I can win fair and square. She doesn't look that strong, one or two good hits is probably all I needed for a knockout. I just need to be fast, if I can pin her to the gro-"
 
"You know the match started, right?" 
 
Leo looked up, and immediately jumped back when he saw how close his opponent was. Damn, he got distracted again. This wasn't going to help with making others take him seriously. 
 
As she opened her mandibles to saying something else, the Luxio acted on instinct and took the opportunity to sprint forward to tackle her. With a grunt of effort he kicked himself into the air and stretched out his arms as his feet left the ground in perfect form ... only to miss completely as the bug type twisted her body to the side. Slamming into the floor with a thud, Leo quickly pushed himself up from a roll and prepared to charge at her again. Abby shook her head, unimpressed, "Yeah, your definitely new here, that was never going to work. You're overcommitting and exposing yourself."
 
Now the Luxio was mad, and threw himself even harder at her. This time she flew upward, the arc of his jump just too short to reach her. "Did you hear a word of what I just said?" The female snapped. She hated fighting amateurs.
 
The blue feline scowled, "Shut up, I know what I'm doing. I've waited my whole life for a real fight, I'm not about to lose now!" As he said this, he lunged at her a third time, aiming higher than before. Unfortunately, the now annoyed female had expected this, and instead ducked under him.
 
Time seemed to slow for the male. The attack was quick and precious. The Beedrill, looking him dead in the eyes as he flew over her, quickly swung her arm upward, jabbing her drill directly into the center of his left nut. The rubbery organ was guided against his pelvis, and, with no where to go, dented inward from the force of the blow.
 
~CRACK~
 
His yell of angsty anger shifted into a yell of agonized anguish as his momentum carried him over her. Her drill withdrew, allowing his spud to re-inflate as he crashed onto the arena floor. Though it had lasted not even a second, her drill had pushed into his nut for what seemed to him like hours, deeper and deeper. The audience, which had been silent, quickly erupted to applause as he erupted into screams, his tongue curling back in his mouth. Rolled into a ball, his hands shot to his groin as he gingerly checked his eggs. His jewel, though it somehow survived, felt like it had exploded.
 
His face scrunched up as his brain tried to comprehend the signals coming from his lower half. Leo had been roughed up in previous fights, but this blast of pain was worst than anything he had felt before. "Oh Arceus! My nut! Oh...fuck!" His free hand dug into the ground in an attempt to pull himself further away from his attacker, nausea spreading up his body. Of all the things he thought would happen today, having his balls almost turned into shish kebab was not one of them. How was this even allowed?
 
Giving him a second to roll around, the Beedrill floated toward him. In a somehow half mocking, half apologetic voice, she looked down at him. "Just so you know, I could have easily popped it if I had wanted too. And trust me, if you think your nuts hurt now, you haven't seen anything yet. Now, if your done being cocky, believe me when I say its in your best interest to just let yourself faint. I know you have a perfect record, but you're in over your head here."
 
Leo, with a shaking breath, planted a paw against the floor as he slowly pushed himself up. His legs, and balls, felt like jelly. The sudden movement caused his bright blue sack to swing into his thigh. Though it was barely a tap, it forced him back onto the ground. Looking up at her with pain filled, golden eyes, he attempted a growl, which came out more as a mewl. "Shut up. I'm not losing this."
 
The female sighed with a gravely voice. Allowing him to slowly try to get up, she continued speaking with her clicking mouth, "I'm serious kid, unless you want to lose a ball, you should just accept that you made a mistake. Did you think you'd get famous for being some kind of underdog or something? Or did you join hoping to get laid? I could help you with that, I know a few lady friends that wouldn't mind hooking up with an electric-type like yourself, if you want me to give a good word. All you gotta do just give yourself a little zap, fall asleep, and drop out of the League, your clearly not made out for it. Trust me, you look like a nice guy, I'm trying to do you a favor here."
 
The male punched the ground in rage, forcing himself to stand up. "I SAID SHUT UP, you stupid bitch! I'm not about to be humiliated in my first match!"
 
Abby was taken back by the violent outburst. She was trying to help him and this is how he reacts? Fine. He wanted a fight, he was going to get one. She switched into her typical fighting pose, drills raised up like a mantis. The crowd gave an delighted/horrified gasp at the sight, he wasn't coming out of this a male.
 
Leo forced the pain from his mind and jumped into a tackle for the fourth time. The Beedrill stood there motionless until the last moment, raising herself above him and using her legs to kick him down onto his stomach. With a tired huff he tried to get up, only to be slammed back down as the female landed on top of him and raised her backside in the air.  Although painful, she knew her poison wasn't dangerous, in that it didn't cause any bodily damage. Still, she usually tried to avoid using her stinger in fights, as she felt that her drills were enough. Now, though, she wanted to teach this idiot a lesson. Her mandibles clicked in his ear, "You want a real fight? Alright then."
 
He was about to yell at her, but was cut off by a searing new sensation as she plunged her stinger into his sack. His already agonized left nut felt like it was on fire. His brain struggled to compute the pain that suddenly engulfed his testicle, leaving him frozen in place as a quiet groan escaped his lips. But she wasn't done with his ball yet. His groan turned into shrill yelp as the Beedrill contracted her abdomen and forced another pump of poison into his plum. "Don't say I didn't warn you."
 
Taking a moment to let him enjoy what just happened, the Beedrill then removed her stinger from his quivering ball. Worried its brother might feel left out, she then to stabbed it into his other orb. The sharp needle easily pierced into his testicle, and she again let out two shots of poison into his junk. The horrible ache and nausea flowing from his crotch suddenly doubled. 
 
The audience, meanwhile, was losing their minds in excitement, (well, half the audience). Not that he could hear them, he was too focused on his junk at the moment. Abby gave a taunting kiss to the stands before pushing herself off of him. Leaning down to expect her handiwork, her breath washed over his blue spheres. They quivered ever so slightly, as if scared.
 
"Ready to faint yet?" She asked, motioning for the Banette referee to approach. With a bored expression, the ghost bent down to confirm he had fainted, when the male gave with a long and shaky moan. To their amazement, he actually attempted to get up. As they took a step back in surprise, the audience's cheers got even louder, the males hoping for his ball bashing to end, the females hoping for it to continue.
 
Digging his claws into the floor like he was trying to do a push up, his tail twitched and his tongue lolled out of his mouth, but he wouldn't give up, he couldn't. He'd never lost. He'd been practicing for this moment for so long, he refused to lose this easily. Electricity crackled over his fur, energizing himself and numbing the pain. His teeth clenched, his eyes narrowed, his ears slanting down. He would fight through this, throw the Beedrill to the ground, and win. He would make the crowd cheer for him, he would-
 
~CRUNCH~
 
His train of thought was derailed as his balls suddenly went from ovals to doughnuts. His arms gave out from under him, all thoughts of bravery dissolved as he prayed that his nuts wouldn't dissolve with them.
 
Abby, having placed her drills on his gonads, began buzzing her wings as she pushed into them. She figured they would have popped instantly, but they stubbornly refused to deflate. The Beedrill beat her wings even harder, forcing his plums to dimple inward more and more, the rubbery flesh ballooning out at the sides. Continuing to push, she thought she could feel the hard floor through his spuds, yet they still somehow hadn't popped.
 
She found herself actually impressed, and complimented him as she kept pushing her drills into his sensitive blue nutmeat with all the force she could muster. Her clicking voice echoed in his mind, "Damn kid, your nuts are some resilient little fuckers, most guys would have popped by now. Maybe you are made out for the League. ... Doesn't mean you get to win today, though."
 
Leo could barely hear her, his body starting to go numb, his agonized expression going limp. Finally, thankfully, he found himself beginning to pass out. His sight blurred, his head swimming. Seeing this, Abby decreased the pressure a little, but still continued to push down. The crowd was in a frenzy, he finally got the cheers he dreamed of, only he couldn't hear them. 
 
After Arceus knows how long, his vision mercifully went black.
 

The Luxio's eyes opened with a jolt. Panting, he looked around at the stark white room. Was he dead? Was this heaven? Oh Arceus, she popped his balls and killed him didn't she?
 
In a panic he looked down, and saw that he was in a bed, wearing some kind of blue clothing. 
 
It took his brain a moment to realize he was in a hospital. It also took his brain a moment to remember the pain signals coming from down below. His head fell back into the pillow with a yell only males could give.
 
It was a while before he stopping groaning, and another while until he was able to reach under his gown to fearfully paw at his crotch. As gently as his shaking hands could manage, he cupped his blue pouch and sucked in a breath, he could feel two lumps down there. Two extremely sore, nearly liquefied, but intact, lumps. He allowed himself a smile through the soreness. He'd lost, but managed to come out of an Underground League match with both balls. How many 'mon can say that?
 
Looking to his side, he noticed a small slip of paper on the nearby table. Though his vision was blurry, he managed to read the letter after a few tries:
"You got some spirit kid, the audience loved your performance. I hope you decide to stay in the League, your balls are practically made to be bashed around.
And FYI, I was serious about that offer of talking to the girls about you. Give me a call and I'll see if I can set something up.
From,
Abby"

