WARNING

THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS CONTENT INAPPROPRIATE FOR READERS UNDER THE AGE OF 18

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The early morning sun rose on a frozen scene. Ice coated the ground. Outcroppings of frozen debris sprouted from more places than one. Even those within the natural arena that the sun was beginning to illuminate were frozen. Frozen still.

Only their breath moved in the post-dawn light. Well, one of theirs did. The Glaceon stared, unmoving, at her opponent, no sign of her breath misting to indicate she breathed at all. It was as cold as the air around her.

Across from her, her opponent's breath did mist. The Garchomp kept her breathing measured, calm, despite the suffocating chill that pressed inwards. This Glaceon may have been her most terrible matchup within this harem, but René knew she had the ability to defeat Nieve. She would only be very disappointed if she did.

Cynthia stood at a safe distance from the two pokegirls and watched, her harem spread behind her. All watched, and waited.

Jacquelyne was the first to glance away from her Alpha and Nieve, Cynthia noticing the Lucario's distraction and looking for the source. Then the others heard the distant heavy footfalls. The vegetation rustled as the six pokegirls moved to form a greeting for whoever – or whatever – was approaching them.

After a few moments Cynthia slowly smiled. "It's alright," she said, calling to her harem and moving her own eyes back to the arena. It was completely engulfed in a blizzard of ice now, but René still fought. "It's just a friend."

A little less than a minute passed, none of the pokegirls moving an inch from their found positions, when Iris stepped from behind a tree and stopped. She took in the watching pokegirls, measuring their reactions, before a smile blossomed across her face and she took a quick step forward with a laugh. "SENSEI! I don't think anyone remembers me!"

Cynthia was still smiling with her eyes on the raging battle in front of her. "If they didn't, you'd be getting torn to shreds by charging ahead like that."

"Would I though?" Iris asked. Behind her a massive hulking pokegirl had appeared from the trees, revealing herself as the creator of the loud thumping steps that had first alerted Jacquelyne. She was the definition of 'draconic'. Dark teal scales completely covered every inch of this pokegirl, her body hunched and bent forwards while standing upright due to a long, thick tail twisting behind her acting as a natural counterweight. Each hand and foot was tipped in solid white claws as thick and half as long as the fingers or toes they sprouted from, and red spikes sprouted from every natural spot they could, from the girl's tail to her arms to her legs. The only other things breaking up the uniformity of her scales were her head, one that would only be called 'human' by passing familiarity due to its wide, sweeping crown and how it was covered in a rough armor material that was pure red, as well as her stomach and chest, which separated the blue of the scales with a ridged tan armor running from taint to neck – including between and slightly over the girl's sizable breasts. "I think Varia would at least still be putting up a fight by now."

Cynthia turned away from the arena to greet Iris with a warm hug. "You wound her. Varia would not go down until her Mistress is safe."

Iris hugged back. "She would not be alone."

Cynthia released the younger woman with a light chuckle as wind whipped past the trees and two forms plummeted from the sky to land in front of their Mistress, one much more gracefully than the other. "I'm well aware. Najara, Satrina – it's good to see you both again."

The Dragonite folded her wings and fell the remaining few inches to the ground with a soft thump. "Madam Cynthia."

Beside her a three-headed pokegirl had already slammed into the dirt, a wicked smile on the middle head as the other two weaved back and forth while chattering excited nothings. The primary dark blue of her leathery skin, a deeper color than the Druddigon behind Iris, was broken up by two fuchsia stripes that ran down her body and directly over each breast. Swaths of soft black fur spread between her breasts and up to her necks, where it began to poof up to show a brilliant fuchsia underside that raised above each head in sections like a flower's petals. "Hey there, old lady. How's it going?"

Cynthia fixed the middle head with an icy smile. "Jacquelyne is standing right behind you, Satrina."

Satrina leaned down, the pokegirl's long, flexible necks allowing her to focus on Cynthia while the other two heads turned to watch the staring Lucario. "Yeah. She let me get between us. Her mistake."

A piercing whistle sounded and caused Satrina to immediately leap backwards, the six pitch-black feathered wings sprouting from her back flapping hard to bring her to a suitable distance from Cynthia before she looked down to see Iris removing her fingers from her mouth. "Land," Iris said curtly. "And behave yourself, or I will release Xena."

Satrina growled, the noise coming from all three of her heads but she sullenly drifted to the side and landed beside her Mistress as Iris turned her attention back to Cynthia.

"I'd expect nothing less of her," Cynthia said before Iris could apologize. "Each of your dragons reflects a portion of your self, after all."

Iris closed her mouth from her aborted apology and turned her lips up in a sneer instead. "Harsh, Sensei."

"But true." Cynthia glanced into the arena. The snow was clearing away now to show René's body twisted and unmoving with Nieve the clear victor. "Ah, they're done. Jacquelyne, would you please stop trying to kill Satrina with your eyes and go help your fallen Alpha?"

Jacquelyne barely grunted her assent and jumped over the side of the hill they were standing on to slide down to where Nieve waited.

"So. Iris." Cynthia had turned back. "What brings you to Sinnoh?"

"As I mentioned in my message, I'm here for you."

"Yes, you did say that," Cynthia agreed. "What is so important you had to talk to me in person? Unova is quite a ways to travel just to deliver a message."

"I came in person because I'm hoping you'll help me approach the others," Iris explained. "I've come with a request. For you and every Champion of the World Leagues."

Cynthia raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

"One of my Gym Leaders, a man by the name of Clay, has built a massive battle stadium. You know what they say."

"Everything's bigger in Unova," Cynthia chuckled.

"Yeah. Including, Clay is hoping, the opening night." Iris smiled when she saw Cynthia's interested look. "He's hoping to have nothing but the biggest names to advertise with."

"A tournament?"

"Eight entrants. Each Champion, plus a few to round out the full eight. I came to you first because I figured if I could convince you the rest would follow."

"You know me well enough to know that when I receive any kind of invitation from my friends in Unova I can hardly decline," Cynthia laughed. "Especially not something like this. Of course I'll participate. The others, then, would be… Lance, Steven…" She trailed off. "Oh, and Diantha! Ohhhh it has been far too long since I've had an excuse to see her, this will be wonderful!" She frowned. "But, that only makes five. Who are the other three?"

A shadow crossed Iris' face. "Two of them are easy. Clay wants to give the Indigo League full representation, not just a League Champion. So each region – Kanto and Johto as well as the League itself."

"That would make… Seven," Cynthia said with a light tilt of her head. "Who is number eight? An open invitation to other dethroned Champions? Your Unovan mentor who you replaced, Alden I think his name was?"

"Alder, and no. Alder will represent Unova. Before you say it – no, I will not be a part of the tournament. Clay believes that would be unfair for me to participate while being the sitting Champion, as it is going to be hosted in my home League."

Cynthia's brow was furrowed as she thought. "That still leaves us with seven. Who's the eighth? Does Clay have a name in mind?"

Iris let out a sigh. "I think you know him well."

It took barely a moment for Cynthia's confusion to vanish. She looked surprised, then excitement flashed in her eyes, then her lips turned up as she began to chuckle, then laugh outright, her expression growing wild while Iris just looked pained. "I hadn't expected this opportunity to come so soon."

"I had been hoping to ignore his existence for a little while longer," Iris growled. "It's bad enough that he flew into Unova last week. Apparently he's engaged to an old Gym Leader from Indigo, Sabrina Natsume, who's started an acting career, and so SUPPOSEDLY he's visiting her while she's on set at Pokestar Studios." Iris' scowl deepened. "Now Clay wants to drag him into the spotlight. We both know what he'll do next."

"Not yet he won't," Cynthia all but purred. "Nicholas Topolski and I have some unfinished business."

"There's no guarantee you'll meet in the bracket."

"Oh, there is," Cynthia affirmed with a sinister laugh. "If we don't meet in the first two rounds we'll face each other in the finals, or one of us will have no choice but admit defeat to the other." Cynthia's eyes burned when she looked Iris dead on. "You of all people should understand."

"I do. Unfortunately," Iris snarled. "I am not looking forward to meeting him in person."

"Because he reminds you too much of yourself?"

Iris snapped to Cynthia's gaze. After a few seconds she narrowed her eyes and all but spat her response. "Because he is a threat. Yes. He is too much like me. He is something to me that even you, Sensei, could never understand."

"Oh but I do," Cynthia whispered. "I may not be like you younger generations, consumed with your need for control, but all of us trace our lineages back to the same place. We are all the sons and daughters of dragons."

"You're about to make me start really echoing Satrina, 'old wise one'," Iris grumbled. After a few tense moments she let her shoulders relax and sighed. "I suppose that is why Mister Drayden sent me to be your student. My blood runs young and hot."

"Technically, your blood runs older than his," Cynthia pointed out. "Yours comes from his patron's mother."

"Still much younger than yours, Sensei, which came from the dawn of the world," Iris replied. "Bah. Thinking of that guy just makes it boil. I'm going to stop thinking about him for now."

Cynthia chuckled. "You'll certainly try, I suppose. I'll help you reach out to the others. Are you planning on speaking to Lance yourself?"

"I'm still on great terms with the Blackthorn Clan, so I don't see why not." Iris nodded. "I'll also need to figure out how I'm convincing Alder. Would you take care of…?"

"I'll reach out to my own friends, yes," Cynthia replied. "Diantha especially, and I think Steven still has a thing for me, so he'll be eager to listen. But Indigo. Who will represent the regions?"

Iris was shaking her head. "Steven Stone? I thought it was old man Alder who kept flirting with you whenever you visited Unova." She rolled her eyes. "Indigo. I figure I'd let Lance sort that out."

Cynthia chuckled at Iris' comments on Alder but nodded. "I guess that just leaves one." A smile flit across her face. "He's technically a Champion of Indigo, is he not? Let Lance 'sort that out'."

Iris released a deep sigh. "True. That makes sense. I'll wash my hands of it." She waited a moment before working up a smile and reaching to embrace Cynthia again. "Oh, when I get back to Unova I'll ask Caitlin if she'll let you stay at her place again. I don't want you worrying about a thing while you're in my house."

"Actually that would be Caitlin's house, wouldn't it?" Cynthia laughed.

Iris laughed with her. "I mean she is your friend, she's just my Elite."

"I appreciate you looking out for guests to your League, but I'll reach out to Caitlin myself," Cynthia said with a smile. "I'm sure she'll be ecstatic to see me again."

"Probably." Iris took a deep breath, held it, then let it out. "Phew. Right. Well, that's all I came for. I'll let you get back to your business." She glanced out at the decimated arena. "Training hard as usual, I see."

"Harder than, actually," Cynthia replied quietly. "We've got a score to settle."

Iris nodded. "I hope the opportunity hasn't come too soon."

Cynthia grinned, and behind Iris, every single pokegirl of her harem matched their Mistress' aggressive smile. "On the contrary. Now that we know it's here, it couldn't have come soon enough."

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Nicholas let his fingers run through Sabrina's hair naturally, gravity drawing them down the sleeping woman's head until coming to rest on her pillow. After a few seconds he moved his hand back to the top of her head, lost in his thoughts as he gazed at her peaceful expression. He'd been stroking her like this for what had to have been hours now. Ever since he'd awoken his gifts he didn't sleep nearly as much as she did, but he still never left her side whenever they slept together. He was content just like this, and it meant she woke every time beside him instead of alone.

The sun had definitely risen by the time Sabrina finally stirred, though the blackout drapes over the hotel windows were cracked only enough to let ambient light begin illuminating the room. Her first motion was to scrunch up, pressing into his body, before she stretched with a satisfied sigh and blinked open her eyes to find him. When she saw Nicholas she smiled sleepily.

"Gmorn."

Nicholas smiled and bent down to kiss Sabrina's nose. "Good morning, sleepyhead."

Sabrina giggled and pushed her arms over his neck, trying and failing to hug him before she gave up and just left one draped over his body. "I love you."

Nicholas returned his hand to the top of her head and this time stroked her intentionally, making Sabrina's eyes slide back shut as she made a contented sigh. "I love you too," he whispered. "You ready to get out of bed?"

Sabrina shook her head slightly. "Nno. Don wana get dressed."

Nicholas chuckled and shifted so he was more on top of her under the blankets. Their naked bodies molded around the other, and Sabrina let out a seductive growl when she felt his penis beginning to twitch and grow as it crept up the skin of her stomach. "You'd better hurry and run," he teased. "Otherwise I'll make sure you miss every one of your appointments today."

Suddenly the blankets were tightening down on him and he stared down to see Sabrina's eyes glowing with her psychic power. "Who says I have any appointments at all?" she purred. "Maybe I'm going to make you miss all of yours instead."

"Who's to say I have any either?"

The two began giggling, but they both relaxed and left it there – Sabrina stopped pulling on the linens, Nicholas slid back to his previous position, though now with a twitching erection that he did feel delicate fingers exploring after a few moments.

After about a minute of her playing with him she pulled back with a sigh. "I do need to get up."

"I know."

Sabrina threw off the blankets and rolled to a sitting position, staying there for a bit as she finished chasing the sleep from her mind, before standing and moving for the bathroom. Nicholas kept his eyes on her beautiful figure until the bathroom door had clicked shut, only then turning away and beginning the day himself.

He did try the door when he heard Sabrina start the shower but it was locked, so he just rotated through once she was done and the two humans got dressed without anything more than a kiss.

"We've basically missed breakfast, but a nice brunch never did anyone harm," Nicholas said as they left their room and headed for the elevator. "What's my distinguished lady up to today?"

Sabrina laughed. "Not much, actually. I might go to a little open house this afternoon but nothing else is scheduled for today. Tomorrow, though. Tomorrow we start production on the- Er, you know. The movie I'm acting in."

Nicholas chuckled. "I still find it hilarious that you're not even allowed to share the title with me. I know, I know, I never signed any NDA, but I'm still acting as your agent. I sound ridiculous responding to all those other talent scouts."

"Anyone with half a brain could guess at least half the title anyways," Sabrina grumbled. "Since I know you've got a lot more than that honey I'm sure you have an idea."

"Maybe."

"Well don't even make a guess, otherwise someone will blame me for it," Sabrina muttered.

"Don't worry. I won't." They exited the elevator and turned for the dining room. "I might put off the work I'd been thinking about then. What will your schedule be like once you start filming?"

Sabrina let out a heavy sigh. "I've been warned that around here, there's no such thing as a short day of production," she said as they filled up plates at the buffet. "Twelve-hour days are not just possible, they're normal. Expected. Thankfully this early in the schedule there shouldn't be any extra-long ones, but once there are… I might not even come back to the hotel some nights. The travel time just won't be worth the lost sleep."

"I understand."

They were finding their seats when Nicholas' pokedex rang.

Sabrina gave his belt an annoyed look. "You better not answer that."

Nicholas had already been reaching for the device and he stopped with his hand halfway extended. "Er-"

"We're eating."

"Kalmiya screens every single one of my calls," Nicholas tried to explain. "She never even lets it ring unless she thinks it's important for me to answer."

"Is it really more important than us having breakfast together?"

Nicholas relaxed his arm and gave her a nervous smile. "It's either important enough for her to think so or it's something that she believes won't take away from our time together."

Sabrina leaned back in her chair with a quiet snort. "Fine. I'll wait."

Nicholas quickly picked up the pokedex and checked the screen. It was a known number, a good first sign, and when he looked at the name his eyes lit up.

"Oh! It's Ash!" Nicholas hit the accept button and turned to Sabrina with a grin. "Quick, want to say hi? Get in here!"

Sabrina looked surprised but quickly recovered and shuffled her chair over so that when the video connected Ash saw both of them staring into the camera.

"Hey Ash!" Nicholas made a little wave and glanced at Sabrina with a grin. "Look who I found."

Ash chuckled. "Leader Sabrina. How are you doing?"

"I'm… well," Sabrina stammered. "It's nice to see you again."

"I can see I've called at a bad time. You two must just be sitting down for a late breakfast," Ash said. "Apologies, I tried to time my call to be after breakfast hours in Unova but maybe I should have waited for the afternoon."

"Oh no, you're fine!" Sabrina exclaimed. "I'm sorry, I was just… it's been so long since I've heard your voice I hardly recognized you."

Ash smiled. "That's true. You've never been around when I visited your fiancé at home. The last time we saw each other was… has it been nearly five years now, on the trip to Hoenn?"

"I, I think so."

"You were expecting Jean to be the one speaking then. No, I've… healed, I think is the best way to put it. I've healed in the time since you last saw me." Ash took a deep breath. "I'm actually calling you from Oak Laboratories. I've officially taken over as the director after Samuel retired."

"Samuel retired?" Sabrina asked in a hushed voice. "What about Gary?"

"Busy being the Gym Leader of Viridian, and erasing the legacy of his predecessor," Ash replied. "I decided that it was best for me to take the mantle. To give back, after selfishly ignoring the League that gave me everything I have." He blinked. Sabrina was looking slightly guilty. "Not that I blame you for retiring yourself," he hurriedly added. "Our situations are completely different."

"…Right."

"It's a pleasure to speak to you again, Ash, and Sabrina obviously hadn't had a chance to see you in quite some time, but was there a reason you called?" Nicholas interjected. "You're right – we had a late start to the day and were just sitting down for brunch."

Ash nodded. "Of course. I'll keep it brief. I'm sure we'll have lots of time to talk in person soon enough." Nicholas raised his eyebrows. "I'm calling because the Indigo League has figured out you won't answer their calls."

The eyebrows shot back down with a scowl. "I'm not coming back any time soon, so they got you to call me for no reason."

Ash quickly shook his head. "No, no. They – well, Lance, specifically, as sitting Champion – were trying to reach you, but it's not for their sake. May I explain?"

"Of course."

"A few days ago, Champion Lance received an invitation," Ash explained, "from an old associate of his. A young woman who once stayed and trained with the Blackthorn Clan, actually just around a decade ago. Right around when you were here in this lab, if I remember correctly."

Nicholas nodded. "The timeline sounds about right."

"Well, that woman is now the Champion of the Unovan League." Ash smiled when Nicholas' eyebrows rose back up. "She's put out an invitation. For all sitting Champions of the World Leagues to come and participate in a grand tournament that is to be a celebration of the opening of Unova's new battle stadium."

"Oh. Let me guess." Nicholas' expression had returned to neutral with a snort. "Indigo wants me to represent them."

"No."

Nicholas blinked. "No?"

"No. Lance asked me to represent Indigo. The tournament organizer asked for a total of three representatives from our League – one for the League, one for each region making it up. Lance will be representing Johto, and before you say it, you're not being asked to represent Kanto either – Gary will probably do that, though he's trying to weasel out of it and send Vira in his place so he can remain at his gym. For some reason I don't think her pulling a you and ghosting all communication bodes well for his chances."

That made both Nicholas and Sabrina laugh, even Ash grinning at his own joke. "Okay. Fine, fine," Nicholas chuckled. "In that case why have they – has Lance been trying to reach me? Especially through official channels? I wouldn't ignore a personal call from him, same as you."

"Oh, he's still caught up in the stateliness of it all," Ash snorted. "He received the request as Champion, not as Lance, so he reached out to you as the same. As for why… well, you aren't being requested to represent anybody, but the tournament organizer has asked for you by name."

Nicholas stared at the screen. "By name?"

"That's right. With Indigo's extra representation there are seven participants. You need eight for a proper bracket."

Nicholas slowly turned to look at Sabrina. She'd pulled back from the camera slightly and when he looked at her she just raised an eyebrow and angled her head back at Ash.

"I'll… need to think about it," Nicholas said after a moment. "When's this tournament meant to be held?"

"In just about three weeks now," Ash replied. "That's why I said we'll probably be talking in person pretty soon. Whether or not you participate we'll have to meet up while I'm there in Unova."

"Oh. Of course," Nicholas said. "Thanks for the call, Ash. I'll figure out an answer and call Lance."

"Cool. Sounds good to me." Ash smiled slightly. "I do hope you manage to find the time to participate. I'll take any excuse to meet you in battle." Then the call ended.

Nicholas was left staring at the pokedex as Sabrina shifted her chair back to her plate. "Well that was nice," she said, unwrapping her silverware and beginning to cut up the various items she'd taken from the buffet. "Let's eat."

Nicholas placed his pokedex back in its carrying loop and looked at her. "I think we need to talk."

"No," Sabrina said, shoving her fork into her plate and lifting it to jab at him with a full load of egg. "I need to eat. You need to think." She punctuated her statement by sticking the food in her mouth and meeting his eyes while she chewed.

Nicholas drew his gaze to his own plate. It took him quite a few minutes to pick up his own fork but eventually he did, each eating in silence until the clinking of silverware had stopped. Sabrina had leaned back again, watching him as Nicholas ate, each bite slower than any he'd taken before. He had a lot to think about here. He'd sworn to everyone that he wasn't in Unova for any reason besides her. Besides Sabrina and her new career. He couldn't just go back on his word. What kind of a man would he be then?

A tournament of Champions. If that's what this would be, though, then… it would be seven of the strongest tamers in the World Leagues. Eight, if he included himself. Obviously many he'd already met would be there, perhaps a few he hadn't. But there would have to be one who already dominated his thoughts. One who he hadn't been expecting to see again anytime soon. Suddenly here was an opportunity.

He looked up from his food. "Done eating?"

Sabrina nodded slightly. "For now. Done thinking?"

"No," Nicholas said, placing his fork down, "but I can't do any more without you."

Sabrina cracked a smile. "You want to join, honey. I understand."

"It's a lot more complicated than just that," Nicholas explained. "This is completely unexpected. The timeline is out of my control, which means our plans would have to change around it, and I'm not going to ask that of you. I just won't. I didn't come to join you so I could mold your life around mine, I came here to do the exact opposite."

"That's life," Sabrina replied gently. "Things are always changing. Tell me why you want to enter this tournament, beyond the obvious one how you're a big alpha tamer who battles because it's what he's good at and enjoys doing, and then I'll tell you what I think."

Nicholas nodded. "Okay. The big one is that if this is a tournament between the Champions of the World League, whoever wins it will be known as the strongest one. The World Champion in all but name." He looked down. "Right now, that's Cynthia. Cynthia is also the one who I've most recently lost to. Well, forfeited to, but it's the same thing. I couldn't beat her, and I've promoted myself as being the up-and-coming World Champion." He took a deep breath. "This tournament is very important then, for my image, for my Sinnoh harem's pride, and I guess for me."

"All that to say it's an opportunity to meet her in battle," Sabrina said softly. "One that you as a person can't ignore."

Nicholas winced. "I can. I can always go challenge her in Sinnoh."

"You could." Sabrina leaned over and wrapped her hands around his. "Here's what I think, honey. I think that, starting tomorrow, I'm going to be very busy. There won't be any time for me to relax during the day, only at night. I expect to crawl in beside my loving fiancé every night I can, and wake up beside him to give me the strength I need to make it through each day. As long as he can do that for me, I don't care what he does while I'm away."

Nicholas blinked, surprised to be clearing tears from his eyes. "Y-You don't?"

"Absolutely not," Sabrina affirmed. "You have never asked me to sacrifice my entire life for you, so why should you have to do that for me? I know that you feel guilty for traveling away from me for your work, but I know every time you did I was still always on your mind. Just like you were on mine the last few years as I traveled for myself." She leaned in to embrace him. "Every time you returned, I welcomed you home. Every time I did, you did the same. You have never taken me for granted. You have never placed a burden on me for your own gain. I refuse to do that to you either." She pulled back and gave him a huge smile. "My only request, my love, is that you win."

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Quinn stared into the full-length mirror. Stared at her naked body.

One hand lifted to heft a breast, the flesh spilling from her fingers from its sheer volume. In the mirror, Quinn continued to stare at her reflection. A now trembling hand dropped her tit and Quinn's eyes slammed shut, her face twisting in a pained grimace. So many emotions were churning inside of her. But she focused on a few sweet memories. The words whispered to her over countless nights. Well… not countless. It had only been a few weeks that those nights had taken place throughout. But the voice that had spoken to her made each one feel like a million. Quinn often found herself drifting during the day, drifting back to the warmth of the night, the tenderness, the safety, the love. Especially when she saw Morgana. Because it was the Gardevoir's voice and touch that she had lost herself within.

Alone, the thoughts crept back in. She was weak for submitting to her new mate. She herself was weak, and so was her body, which yearned for the Gardevoir's touch.

She was weak for not removing the pieces of her that made her weak, because she couldn't bring herself to, because Morgana loved them.

It was those toxic thoughts that threatened Quinn now. As she stood in front of the mirror she had so often stared into. As she had forced herself to look. To see the body she had been born with and never wanted. Everything wrong about it.

The thought did not occur to her, not once, that she had never looked for what was right.

Not until tonight.

Slowly, Quinn opened her eyes. The reflection was still the same. The soft, bountiful breasts. But they were… smaller. More reasonable than before. Much smaller than her mate's, that was for sure. Compared to Morgana, she was a perfect Gallade.

That thought snuck in and caused Quinn to straighten. Then her eyes moved to the rest. To the eyes, unsure and afraid, but also piercing, strong. The rest of her body, not soft, but firm, toned, the results of her feverish efforts. Her body. A body Morgana found… beautiful. Because it was Quinn's.

Quinn's hand lifted to her breast again but this time she looked down. Not at her reflection, but at herself, and the soft mound she squeezed. Squeezing it… felt good. Why wouldn't it? Why… why shouldn't it? Morgana loved to make her feel good, but even still, she barely touched her breasts. Because Quinn had told her mate that she didn't like having her breasts fondled? Why had she said that to Morgana? She… She let Nicholas play with them. Why? Why him, but not her?

Quinn slowly looked back up at the mirror. Why not Morgana?

She was trembling again but not for the same reason as before. Tears were beading in her eyes as she stared at herself. Years upon years of self-loathing and hatred, layers and layers of defenses meant to separate her from the truth, all of it was crumbling. Because of her mate. Morgana. She had given Quinn what she'd always craved, and never realized. She had given Quinn acceptance. In a way not even her tamer, a man who she could never repay for what he had granted her, could ever do. Morgana had shattered everything Quinn thought she knew.

The fresh tears ran down Quinn's cheeks now. Her whole life, she had feared what she felt. Because of her body, because of the whispers of those who had never cared about her for her, she had rejected it all. The lustful gazes – pushed away, denied. The flattering compliments – ignored, mocked. Nobody had ever looked at the Ralts, then Kirlia, as anything beyond what they wanted. In a world of humans and even pokegirls that saw her as nothing but a plaything, Nicholas had been her way out. Morgana, on the other hand, had been her savior.

The tears had stopped. Quinn's face still glistened from their trails, but the eyes she looked at in her reflection were no longer afraid. They were only disappointed. Why had it taken her this long to realize? Miruko's taunting words returned to her from the day she had first approached Morgana, but now, she heard the earnest truth in them. The Lopunny hadn't been insulting her. She had been abrasive, sure, but that was just who Miruko was. She had been trying to warn Quinn. To make her see what she had only now realized.

It was… good, then, that she had taken them as an insult. Without that she would not have been spurred to confront Morgana. The last few weeks would have not occurred. She would still be lost in her delusion.

…She wanted to run to her now. To Morgana. To her mate. Her lover. She wanted to cry, to show the Gardevoir how wrong she had been, to beg for her forgiveness, to display the vulnerability she had so long kept sealed away. She wanted… She wanted to be herself. But she didn't want to burden Morgana either. She should find a way to thank her. How? What gift could she give, what was something special she could do, something Morgana could enjoy… as her reward?

Quinn's thoughts trailed off as a deep blush began creeping up her neck. What… could Morgana enjoy… but her?

It was exhilarating for Quinn. To have that thought, to think of herself as a thing for another's satisfaction, and not only be the one to consider it but to want it. She wanted to be Morgana's gift. Because it would be for the Gardevoir.

As Quinn finally turned from the mirror to look at the room around her, her eyes were drawn to a pile of still-packed boxes. She hadn't thrown it away… had she?

She shoved the pile over and began slicing through the packing materials until all matter of item was strewn across the floor. Clothing, accessories, a small box of pokegirl cards Hana had given her… There. A bag. Faded red leather after being crushed and beaten and worn down from being shoved into the back of her closet and forgotten. The café logo was still visible, if only just, and for a moment Quinn stared, remembering the life she'd led before Nicholas found her.

Then she opened the bag and removed the crumpled uniform inside. Her nose crinkled slightly at the musty leather smell but it had been put away clean so all she needed to do was flap the fabric a few times to air it out before she was holding it in her hands and just gazing at this piece of a forgotten time.

Would it still fit?

She hesitated, still. Even this close, with every step being her own idea, she hesitated with the uniform in her hands. Then, she closed her eyes. Took a deep steadying breath. And when they opened again, she got to her feet and slipped her legs into the uniform.

She immediately felt how her body had grown from what it had been as a Kirlia. But, by some conflicted stroke of luck, her figure then had necessitated a large size uniform, even if she had been much shorter. It was a size below what Maria, the Milotic who had been the maître d' for her shift, had worn, and Quinn held a flash of annoyance at the tight squeeze before just as quickly chasing the thought away. If this worked… If Morgana liked it, then maybe she'd get a version with a better fit.

As she slid the bottom up to her groin, she realized something. The insert to cover her pussy. It was a separate piece, not part of the base uniform, and she slowly looked down to see the concealing panties still laying in the bag.

Suddenly she was shaking. She'd… She'd just forgotten. Right? It had been so long, and she was hurrying to get to Morgana, and-

Her fingers slipped from the uniform to run along her slit. When she lifted them to her eyes they were glistening.

No. She hadn't forgotten. It hadn't been a mistake. The shaking had subsided and Quinn took another, longer breath to calm herself. She… could do this.

There were no straps to slip into. The entire uniform hinged on the tight bodice and the way the top cupped the wearer's breasts. So, Quinn pulled, twisting as she did to wiggle further and further into the uniform. Until she could pull no more and she stopped, letting go to let the breast supports press into the bottom of her bust. She turned to the mirror.

It… had fit? Her chest? Quinn's eyes widened slightly. Were her breasts the same as they'd always been? Had she actually not grown?

They had, of course – but Quinn didn't realize that the uniform was specifically designed to adapt to any wearer's bust size. All her mind knew was that it fit. And that small white lie boosted her confidence until the Gallade was beaming at herself in the mirror.

She could definitely do this.

She turned for the door before freezing with her hand on the handle. Wait. Now she had to walk to Morgana's room. No, even that would be fine. The other pokegirls would be occupied. Who would be there to see her? Certainly not Nicholas, as Mistress Sabrina had returned from her day of filming an hour ago and there was no way he wouldn't be with her. Even if one of the others saw her it wouldn't be the end of the world. He wouldn't. That's all that mattered.

As Quinn exited she took two steps and froze. The hall was empty, that wasn't the issue – she'd just realized she left her keycard on the bedside table. She spun back to the door but before she could push it back open the latch clicked softly.

…That was it. She tried the handle, but it was a hotel. The door didn't respond no matter how much she wished it to. There was no going back. Her heart quickened. Every moment she was exposed here was another moment someone might find her. She had to hurry. There was no going back.

Morgana looked up when she heard the quiet, but urgent knocking at her door. A smile blossomed when she felt the nervous presence outside. Quinn! She moved to the door, pulling it open and reaching for the Gallade with a radiant smile. "Hello, darling!"

"C-Close the door, please, quick!" Quinn stammered, doing her best to push Morgana back into her room and out of sight. "H-Hurry! Before someone sees me!"

Morgana fell back, letting the door swing shut, as she looked down at Quinn with a bemused smile. "Before someone sees you? All know that you are my beautiful mate. What would there be to…?" She trailed off as her eyes found the state of undress Quinn was in. "Oh. Oh, my." Quinn slowed, letting Morgana continue backwards to take some space, and the Gardevoir's eyebrows rose when she saw exactly how Quinn had come to her. "Oh. My."

"I…" Quinn swallowed heavily. Morgana had come to a halt and was not taking her eyes off of her. "I…"

Morgana's surprise and predatory lust was suppressed when she felt Quinn's uncertainty bubbling up. "I usually have to unwrap my mate," Morgana teased softly, stepping forwards and sinking to her knees so as to be eye level with the nervous Gallade. "She has never… presented herself to me in such a way before."

"I…"

Morgana leaned in and rested her forehead to Quinn's. "You have been so brave," she whispered. "I recognize what you have done tonight. Your actions do nothing for you, but instead are meant only for me." Her eyes softened and began to quiver. "Oh, my incredible Quinn. Do you understand at last?"

Quinn's eyes filled with tears and she threw herself into Morgana's arms, bawling her eyes out as Morgana stroked her and made comforting noises. Eventually though Quinn's tears slowed and Morgana found the Gallade pushing herself away again to meet her gaze.

"You showed me," Quinn croaked. "You… You showed me that, that all of the things I had always heard… weren't inherently wrong. It was those who said them. That were wrong."

Morgana nodded slightly. "You are strong."

"I am… strong," Quinn hiccupped. "Even when… especially when I'm… weak."

"Especially then," Morgana whispered. "And you are stronger still now. Stronger by being who you are. You are stronger because you are not hiding anymore. You are not weak, Quinn. You are choosing to reveal to me that you know how to be open. To be exposed. To be vulnerable. You are telling me… that unlike the world you have pushed away, I hold your trust."

Quinn took a deep, shuddering breath. "Morgana, I…"

Her words were stopped when Morgana leaned in and took her in a deep and sensual kiss. When the two eventually broke apart again Quinn was completely silent, staring at Morgana with her trembling eyes held wide.

"It's okay," Morgana whispered joyfully. "There is no reason for you to speak, my darling. My Quinn. I know everything you wish to say. Everything you yearn for. I will give it to you. It will bring me no greater joy than to love my mate, to care for her, to worship her body." Morgana's dress shimmered and melted away to leave her nude as her fingers slipped down Quinn's front to curl into her vagina. "That is… if she will now allow me to."

Tears were dripping down Quinn's cheeks again. But now it was because the Gallade was overcome in her joy. "Is it… Is it not all this body is good for?" she stammered. "That, that is why I have… placed it, on, on, um, display as a- a gift, for you."

"No. Oh, no," Morgana breathed as she ran her other hand down Quinn's back and took firm hold of her. "If a gift is what my Quinn wishes her body to be, then I would not dare to argue. But her body… is so, so much more. It is a shining light. A thing of beauty. It is the body of a sexy, powerful, wonderful pokegirl." Quinn's eyes had slipped shut, losing herself in Morgana's words, so when the Gardevoir loomed over her and brought her lips to Quinn's slowly lifting ear in order to purr her next sentence the surprise caused Quinn's ears to jerk and twitch, unintentionally brushing Morgana's face and causing the Gardevoir to sneeze. "A body I am overjoyed to- to- AHCHOO!"

"Oh- EWWW!" Quinn staggered back and began rubbing her face to clear it of Morgana's spit. "MORGANA!"

"Me-?! YOU mahde me sneeze!" Morgana cried and blew her nose into a fold of cloth she summoned and just as quickly tossed into the garbage for it to vanish again but leave the snot behind. "It's your- your huge ears! Argh!" Quinn was finishing getting the worst of Morgana's spit from her skin and opened her eyes, blinking a few times, before she burst into a fit of uncontrollable giggles and Morgana could do nothing but stare. "What's so FUNNY!"

"Y-You!" Quinn shrieked as she collapsed to the ground in her mirth. "YOU'RE SO POUTY! IT'S SO CUTE!"

Morgana's eyes narrowed and Quinn squealed when the Gardevoir scooped her off the floor and just about threw her at her bed. "Laugh at me? ME?" Morgana held a crazed grin as she rolled Quinn onto the mattress and dove after her to pin the still-laughing Gallade's limbs. "If you're not careful I won't be able to hold myself back."

Quinn's laughter trailed off as she gazed into Morgana's predatory expression. Her eyes glistened. "Morgana, I…" She swallowed. "If… you want. I think… I'm ready."

Morgana's face flashed to stunned surprise in an instant. "Quinn…?"

"…What is it you keep telling me?"

Morgana let go of Quinn's arms and brought a trembling hand to caress her cheek. "I… I was just teasing, Quinn, I… You don't have to."

"Why wouldn't I?" Quinn whispered. "One of us does, and what I was afraid of… It's never been something to fear, has it?" She slowly reached up to touch Morgana's face. "Tell me. Please."

Morgana glanced down. Quinn's lower lips were trembling, swollen from her arousal and leaking liquid onto the mattress. Slowly she looked back up. "Quinn… The tournament is in just a few weeks, isn't it? You will need to be focused. Cynthia will be there."

"I'll be a month behind my Alpha, and she won't be letting her egg slow her down," Quinn said. "I…" She screwed her eyes shut. "I want something… something more to fight for. I want our daughter to know every side of me, Morgana. I want her to feel the warmth of my womb while experiencing my victory."

Morgana slowly smiled down at the fervent Gallade. "You sound pregnant already, you silly girl. Very well." She slowly lowered her own groin until the two were pressed to each other. "You will make such a wonderful mother."

Quinn gasped and came just from hearing those words, but before Morgana took the final step Quinn felt her hovering just inches above her. Cracking her eyes open she did so to see Morgana's solemn expression. "…Morgana?"

"You will need to tell Master," Morgana murmured. "Tell him, show him, what you have shown me. He will need you, Quinn. You. Nothing else, but who you truly are."

Quinn averted her eyes. "I… I have some time. A few weeks, right?" She squirmed nervously, causing Morgana to have to reposition herself. "I'll… figure it out."

Morgana gazed down at her for a few minutes. "You will promise me," she growled, causing Quinn to stiffen at her dominant mate's tone. "You will go to him, just as you have come to me tonight. Or I will not fertilize your egg until you do."

"Uh, I-" Quinn squeezed her eyes shut. "I… I promise."

"Promise what."

"I…" Quinn slowly cracked her eye open. "I will… show Nicholas… that I…?"

Morgana's eyes narrowed. "Quinn."

"That I am everything I have showed you!" Quinn squeaked. When Morgana just glared harder she wilted. "Be-Before I fight in the tournament. I promise to be… to be vulnerable for him. To show him that I, I was wrong. All this time I have been wrong! I WAS WRONG AND HE NEEDS TO KNOW!"

Morgana slowly covered Quinn's mouth with her hand. "That's good enough," she said quietly. "I am not trying to punish you for being brave. All I am asking is for you to grant Master the same respect he has held for you." Quinn blinked her acknowledgement and Morgana removed her hand. "I believe you will enjoy the telling just as much as you will soon enjoy having told me," she teased with a smile. "He may not be a pokegirl, but he can certainly act like one."

"Oh shut up and fuck me."

Morgana's eyes lit up with a grin and moments later Quinn was screaming from her pleasure.

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Celebrity Profile Overview

Morgana – Gardevoir

It is impossible to miss Morgana within Nicholas Topolski's harem. The Gardevoir stands above any other member of her breed at eight feet tall, potentially the tallest humanoid pokegirl alive today. With her physical bulk, she is known to hold herself literally and metaphorically above other pokegirls, including in her overpowering sexuality, and also despite it, she remains a powerful Gardevoir – warping her battles with immense energy projections. An Alpha in all but title, she is truly the kind of pokegirl to expect within the harem of a tamer such as Nicholas Topolski.

Quinn – Gallade

One of the pokegirls who appeared in Nicholas Topolski's harem during his mysterious time in Sinnoh, Quinn, like many others within that harem, is an oddity. A Gallade with the body of a Gardevoir who has only been seen sparsely in battle. It is likely Nicholas Topolski took her in as a further front for his activities in Sinnoh as Quinn, like the Miltank Cathy, is better suited for being a pokegirl companion than a battling pokegirl.