Rise to the Challenge

Ship:CynthiaXDiantha

Summary: When their match at the WCS ends in a tie. Cynthia and Diantha will do anything to settle it.

For Competitive Intern78

It was the semi-final rounds of the annual Masters Eight Tournament, and Cynthia and Diantha were battling. Their aces, Mega Garchomp and Mega Gardevoir, were going at it fiercely, with neither one giving an inch.

"Garchomp, use Poison Jab!"

"Gardevoir, charge up a Moonblast!"

Garchomp roared, swinging his purple glowing blade arms to strike Gardevoir down as she charged up Fairy energy. This went on for a few minutes, until…

"Now!"

Just as Garchomp struck Gardevoir one last time, Gardevoir unleashed all of her pent up energy, creating a huge explosion that rocked the arena. When the light had died down, both Pokemon were unable to battle.

"Both Pokemon are unable to battle? Uh…this match ends in a draw!"

After a moment to consult the rulebook, Dan the referee spoke.

"According to Pokemon League rules, the first Pokemon to return to battling condition will be declared the winner!"

The audience waited with baited breath for the Pokemon to rise. After 10 minutes, they both started to pull themselves to their feet, both struggling to stay standing…

Only for them both to fall down again. After another few minutes of neither of them moving, the judges call it.

"It is clear that this match won't be decided today. A rematch will be held tomorrow morning!"

"This sucks," Cynthia moped that evening at the bar. Her girlfriend sighed, and put her own drink down.

"There's nothing we can do about it, Cyndie," she said. "The committee has spoken."

"Screw the committee!" Cynthia shouted, slamming her drink down. "We can decide this right now!"

"In case you forgot, Nurse Joy said our Pokemon need to rest overnight."

"Who said anything about a Pokemon battle?"

"Pretty sure us getting into a brawl would constitute misconduct. Especially in your condition."

"I don't mean like that! Just a plain old game of Say Uncle."

Diantha just gave her a weird look.

"Really? Isn't that a bit childish?"

"Come on, it'll be fun!"

"No."

"We won't do anything dangerous! The first one to back out forfeits."

"No."

"You can go first!"

"NO! You're completely disregarding the point of the competition."

"Sounds like someone is a Torchic."

"Cynthia, please stop. You're drunk, you need to go lie down and-"

"Chic chic chic chic…"

Diantha sighed, and rolled her eyes.

"Fine, but only to shut you up."

"Yes! I promise, you wont regret it."

Diantha had a feeling she would.

"Alright, the first game is a simple game of darts," Diantha said, leading her somewhat drunk girlfriend over to the dartboard.

"Darts? How's that supposed to-"

Diantha cut her off with a fierce kiss, leaving her momentarily stunned into silence.

"That's how. Every time we get a bullseye, we have to kiss the other. And the more we do it, the longer we have to go."

"Alright, but don't be too upset when I win."

As it turned out, darts was a bad idea. While not Pokeballs, the precision needed to throw one to catch a Pokemon turned out to be good practice, the two of them making a bullseye each time. And as much as Diantha loved her, kissing Cynthia was getting old at the moment.

At that moment, Cynthia got another bullseye, making Diantha groan. If she didn't think Cynthia would hold her to the agreement, she would have given up by now. Sure enough, Cynthia landed another bullseye.

"Great, another one. At this rate we-"

As expected, Cynthia kissed her to shut her up, but DIantha was shocked when Cynthia stuck her hand up her shirt and began feeling around, eliciting a moan of pleasure from her. When her lover pulled away, Diantha only had one question.

"What was that?"

"Oh come on, you can't tell me you aren't bored too. I thought I'd spice things up a little."

Diantha was still shocked, but her confusion soon turned into a smirk.

"Oh, you want spice, huh? I can do that."

Before Cynthia could question her, Diantha grabbed her by the collar and slammed her against a wall, practically forcing her lips onto hers. When she pulled away, she found Cynthia speechless.

"Give up yet?"

"You broke the rules."

"Ah come on, this is getting us nowhere."

Cynthia smirked, glad they were on the same page.

"I have a new idea for how to settle this. Care to join me in my room?"

"You're on."

Not long after, the two were in Cynthia's room at the hotel, undressing for their next contest.

"Are you sure you still want to do this? You and I both know I can be rather rough."

Diantha chuckled.

"Yes, I am aware, and I look forward to it."

"Alright, but you asked for it!"

Just as DIantha had gotten down to her bra, Cynthia tackled her from behind, forcing her onto the bed before turning her around to kiss her, her tongue entering Diantha's mouth. Diantha quickly recovered and returned it, grasping at Cynthia's own bra and undoing it, making Cynthia moan in pleasure. As the two slowly began to advance their session, Diantha turned off the light.

By the next morning, both women were tired, sweaty, but above all satisfied.

"So, how was it?"

Cynthia shrugged playfully.

"Meh, I've had better."

Diantha rolled her eyes, and slapped her playfully.

"So, are you ready to admit defeat yet?"

"Oh please, I was clearly dominating."

"Whatever. We should get dressed, our rematch will be starting soon."

Just then, the door swung open to reveal Leon.

"Cynthia, there you are! I've been looking all over for-Diantha?"

The two of them quickly covered themselves with the blankets.

"Don't you know how to knock!"

"Sorry, sorry! Diantha wasn't in her room, I wanted to know if you saw her, but, uh…I guess you have."

Diantha groaned.

"What do you even want?"

"You guys didn't show up for your match, so they sent me to look for you! They rescheduled it for later, but if you miss this one you're both disqualified. Ill, uh…let you get dressed."

With that, Leon awkwardly left, leaving the two alone.

"Wow…we really went at it, huh?"

"Well, time does fly when you're having fun."

"Want to make it fly even more?"

"You're on!"