Beatrice stood outside the toilet stall and buzzed with concern. "Master Damian, I don't understand what laxatives have to do with our battle?"
Speaking from a toilet wasn't the most dignified position to be in, but Damian didn't mind. "It's about taking the match seriously. My sport of choice is wrestling. And in wrestling, you get paired up against someone who weighs the same as you. If you don't take things seriously and go to the weigh-in with a kilo of food in your intestines, you're going to get paired with someone who did take things seriously and has an empty stomach. And they are going to have an extra kilo of muscle on their body."
"Hmmmm," the Poison Bee Warrior mused, "but the contests in Pokegirl gyms are
not
weight restricted. You don't gain anything by weighing less when you meet Samantha in battle."
Damian chuckled. "Like I said, it's about taking the match seriously. Unlike with Wrestling, the system wouldn't penalize me for not emptying myself before the fight. But it wouldn't
feel
like I was putting everything into it. Not to me. A fight is as much about your mental state as it is about the strength of your fists. We're facing off in the Psychic Gym, so that's probably even more true. If I don't feel like I'm doing everything to prepare myself, I won't be at my best."
"And that's why you drank three glasses of laxative goop last night?" Beatrice hummed in consternation.
Damian's nod wasn't audible, so he answered vocally. "Absolutely. It's what I would do if I was preparing for a wrestling match, it's what I'm doing to face Samantha." There were some gurgling noises. "At higher levels, wrestlers send themselves into clinical dehydration before the weigh-in and then rehydrate with IV fluids. But I'm doing this for a psychological edge, not to put myself in the hospital."
Beatrice wasn't sure that what her master was doing was completely sane, but he
was
her master. She had no choice but to cheer him on.
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The Psychic Gym was an imposing structure. Where other gyms sought to cultivate the body, the Psychic Gym sought to cultivate the mind. The path to the front steps was bordered by cherry trees, their pink blossoms drifting in the wind. An interesting trick, considering that it was the beginning of October. The building itself was patterned off of a Southeast Asian wat, with a central stupa surrounded by a walled garden. As Damian walked through the garden, he saw students contemplating rocks and painting flowers. He wasn't sure why the flowers needed to be painted, they seemed like they were perfectly reasonable colors to begin with.
At the reception desk, a Pokegirl was bound in a straight jacket and suspended by ropes. She wore a blindfold and her breathing was surprisingly measured for someone in such extreme bondage. Her legs dangled uselessly and between them, her roped cunt glistened. The woman's long brown hair was pulled back into a pony tail, revealing the heavy brass collar around her neck. As Damian approached, she merely hung there, waiting.
"Excuse me?" Damian began.
The bound Pokegirl startled, jostling in her bindings. "Ah! Oh... sorry. I didn't see you come in." Damian wondered if that was a joke. He was still undecided by the time it had been long enough that it would be socially awkward to laugh, so he decided to keep it all inside. "Welcome to the Psychic Gym, I'm Catherine. How can I assist you?"
"Yeah, hi. I'm Damian Duarte, I'm here for a battle challenge against Samantha Stephens."
The dangling Pokegirl seemed lost. "Right. You're the undercard battle." Damian wasn't aware that there was a title event for him to be the undercard for, and said as much. "This afternoon third years Miko Mido and Hotaru Tomoe are going to have a five on five UU battle in the Formless Void, followed by a two hour punish fucking for the loser. Yours is a three on three NU battle in the Serene Dojo followed by a twenty minute punish fucking for the loser. That's why it's the undercard." As she was blindfolded, it wasn't exactly surprising that she wasn't
looking
at him, but Damian felt kind of odd that she wasn't really even facing him.
"So... where do
I
go?" The entrance to the Serene Dojo was a big and obvious archway, but that was for members of the audience. The changing room entrance required directions from the Pokegirl, and it turned out to be hidden behind a cat statue.
When he got into the changing room, they had gi for him to change into, and requested that all trainers and Pokegirls enter the dojo with bare feet. This required Beatrice and Hinako to come out of their Pokeballs to remove their shoes. They were in the process of doing that when he noticed that there was another group on the far side of the lockers. He figured it was probably Samantha and her team, and announced his presence.
He was proven correct when the Hypnotits Tapir Witch herself stepped around the corner. She was in her underwear, and she was wearing black lace lingerie. Despite her tremendous bosom, the rest of her body was only mildly curvaceous. Her butt was just a handful per cheek, which barely hid the back end of her ruffled thong as even the minimal back coverage protruded from her crack. Her thighs had a thickness to them, but only enough that Damian wouldn't quite be able to make his fingers meet if he squeezed one with both hands. Not quite enough thickness to hide the gusset of her panties. If he were to pull the ruffles of her thong past her waist, they would fall to the floor without further intervention. Her light brown hair had a shine and fullness to it, her locks bouncing as she walked almost as much as her breasts did.
But of course, the most striking thing about her was her prodigious bosom. He found them distracting and those without the protection of dark magic found them literally hypnotic. Breast sizes became difficult to quantify outside the common range. That is, a "Double-D" could also be considered an E, but some systems went to Double-D or even a Triple-D and then had E on top of that. If someone was listed as J-cup, more information was required to know how many cup sizes that was beyond the C-cups of Damian's own human slave Lianne. Once magic had pushed boobs outside the normal mortal boobage, any bras had to be made custom, and quaint concepts like "cup size" ceased to have any meaning. The hypnotits power made the user's tits grow massive in size, and for Samantha that power was so intrinsic to her awakening as a trainer that the Pokedex listed it as her descriptive class. Damian wasn't
hypnotized
by them, but he did appreciate the view.
Samantha's nose twitched, and she gave herself a slight bounce to make her tits shake. "I see you've come to receive your punish fucking, Fighting Man."
Damian shrugged. "I have to write a report about bullying someone for my Tough Core class. I've decided to use my bullying of you. So I'm going to try to push you past resistance and shame to arousal and acceptance. Then I'm going to write it up and turn it in as a homework assignment." She was furious, and her nose twitched in rage.
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The dojo itself was surprisingly similar to something that might be found in the Fighting Gym. The floor was covered with a mat, and along one wall there were a series of flowers in vases and dildos in cases. Against the far wall there was a statue of a breasty and embarrassed Cat Sensei Pokegirl. But along the wall to Damian's left was a tribune upon which audience members could sit. He recognized most of the people in the stands. Adelaide had come sitting next to Willow, with Pippi forced to sit on the floor between her mistress' legs. Morgana the Astral Witch and Lucinda the Emotion Witch were both women he recognized from English class. Rini the Lunar Rabbit Witch had come as well, though he wasn't sure if she was there to root for him or against him. Courtney gave him a big wave, even her hand gestures being loud. Esmeralda was there as well, though it wasn't clear what her sapphire eyes were looking at. Several women from Mathemagic class were there, and Damian knew them only in the technical sense. There wasn't nearly as much class participation in Mathemagic as there was in Tough Core or English, and he didn't really know them that well.
Before the battle began, Damian was approached by one of the women he didn't know at all. "Hi! I'm Tomoyo! Is it alright if I film an interview with you before the battle?" She brought out a camcorder.
He shrugged. "I guess? Why do you want to do that?" He adjusted his gi, though he didn't accomplish much because it had been made for a woman's body and was very loose around his chest.
The long haired woman laughed musically. "Nabiki, my Psy Fox Girl slave is going to miss this match because she sleeps eighteen hours a day. I'm making a video record so that she can watch it when she wakes up." She poked him in the chest. "But this interview isn't about me, it's about you! You're about to have an epic battle against Samantha. Tell us what this battle's about. What's the history? What brought the two of you here? What's this ancient grudge that can only be solved by one or the other of you being punish fucked in front of an audience that will surely masturbate to the loser's humiliation?"
Damian had tried to start an answer several times, only to be steamrolled by the camera woman. When he was reasonably sure she was done, he started again. "I think it started when Samantha was talking shit about some women I didn't even know at the time. I told her to knock it off, and she tried to bully me with her tits. That didn't really work, and when she got blown off she was really mad. We turned out to have Mathemagic class together, and she tried to bully me some more and I blew her off some more. And then she booked a fishing trip for a new slave and challenged me to a three on three fight." He scratched his head. "That's pretty much it. I told her to stop mouthing off about collaring other trainers, and I ignored her when she tried to dominate me with her tits. And now we're battling."
Turning the camera back to herself, Tomoyo gave some more commentary. "There it is! A battle for the honor of another lady! A chance to prove himself stronger than the dominating hypnotits of Samantha, or a final crushing defeat beneath them!" She turned the camera around again. "The women whose honor you are fighting for, who are they?"
He blinked, confused. "Oh, you mean originally? I think it was Annie and Cathy."
