Into the pens

You follow the grunt as a heavily locked door opens, past a number of very scary looking pokesubs as guards that all paw at you as you pass, squeezing what they can’t reach and making you audibly whimper and moan. You are glad for one thing, as you pass you notice the large muscular Futa pokesubs were in heavy chastity, you are certain the only reason they aren’t trying to use you right now. But shortly after security you see the valuables they are guarding.

You enter a basement area under both the casino and arena above, the sounds of activity from their drowned in the lewd moans of creatures and trainers in cages. Each cage was the size of a small bedroom, most with some sort of sexual bondage station or floor filled with toys. About a quarter if the cages were currently occupied, most by pokesubs of various types, but a handful of human trainers as well. They were all either naked or in some heavily themed fetishwear, but all were either currently bound and being teased or were desperately attempting to fill their sexual desires with anything they could reach. One you passed by with a naked Femboy shared a barred wall with a rather large four armed machamp, and it’s two large dicks were being sucked and strocked in unison.

The Futa grunt quipped back to you “enjoying the private tour? Normally people only see this after they lose everything!” She laughs loud.

The Femboy grunt jokingly adds “would you like to pick out your cage now? Maybe between your two pokesubs so they can both keep using you?”

You scowl, wondering just what sexual **** your new friend has endured down here, especially to train him to be so eagerly obedient? And just what was in store for you if you couldn’t… no. You have to win. You put everything on the line, it’s hero moment!

At the end of the basement was a connecting large room that functioned as locker room, shower, and closet connecting and acting as a buffer between the hidden dungeon and the public area. This room was filled with more guards, large muscular Futa pokesubs eyeing your mostly naked form.

The two grunts stop here, the Futa dropping your friend and handing his leash to the Femboy grunt. “Go place them in the trophy cage, and start prepping. I’ll get our challenger ready.” He leads your friend away by the leash. You almost want to demand he stay, but the Futa Rocket steps up, towering over you while saying “if you are going to fight, it’ll be at your best for the most entertainment. Plus, you’ll have no excuse when you are defeated. So hand me your poke balls, they’ll be healed up, and get in the shower. When you come out, I’ll have some appropriate outfits ready for you, and it’ll be about time to go to the arena. Now go!”

She pushes you into the shower after grabbing your belt. You guess you could use a shower, but this distraction feels like it’s weakening your resolve, letting you think about your fate if you lose. You’ve started to psych yourself out by the time you emerge clean, and see the muscular Futa stand over three outfits she’s picked out.

The first was a lopunny outfit, with bunny ears, a fluffy bra and panties, and matching stockings. Of course they wouldn’t be fair outfits, you shouldn’t have been fooled by the fight at your best speech, if they got a chance to humiliate you and show you off they would take it.

The second outfit fit that vibe too. It was a sylveon themed poofy sissy dress, lacy and silky, with white lacy stockings and locking high heel boots. There were ribbons and strings, and it would look adorable if it didn’t turn you into an obvious sissy to go with your tiny locked cage.

The final one was both better than the rest and worse for what it implied. It was the crop top, booty shorts, and rest of outfit that identically matched your friends. While in many ways the least humiliating (though still managing it) you know it implies that your fates are together, and you’ll be on that same corner you found him on.