Mandip pulls off the win!

Mandip unsteadily managed to come to a halt. God, she was about to lose, in front of all these people. How humiliating! Jack looked pensive. This was going to come down to it, but maybe... if they...

"Mandip, use **** Dodge!" The Mundane-type move didn't look like much, but hopefully it'd raise her evasion, Mandip tensing like a spring to avoid the next, inevitably final, attack. She clutched at her stomach, so full and hot with curry. Fuck, it'd been all she'd eaten since she was captured, and then she'd gorged herself, but until she launched her Curry Cannon, she'd feel so bloated...

Red laughed. "Trying to put off the inevitable, huh? Salma, use Latin Rage!" Mandip saw Salma's expression flicker with disgust, before turning to rage. Guess she wasn't the only one uncomfortable with what they'd become huh? Salma visibly became angrier, and angrier, her giant swollen knockers almost bristling with rage.

"¡Que te jodan!" she screamed at Mandip, barrelling towards her, "¡Que te folle un pez! ¡Care-chimba!" she bellowed, winding up for an uppercut that would have taken Mandip's head off her shoulders if Pokémon battles weren't non-lethal... or if she hadn't managed to stagger back, dodging the blow, barely.

Jack cheered. "Yeah, Mandip, keep dodging, let her tire herself out!"

"For what?" Red laughed. "You know full well Mommy types resist Asian attacks. Your big finisher isn't going to work here."

Salma rounded, still infuriated; this was one of those Moves like Outrage where the Pokémon just kept going for a few rounds until it stopped, or... It was still Mandip's turn when Salma began to barrel towards her, screaming "¡Puta! ¡Puta! ¡Puta marrón!"

Jack suddenly cut in, "Mandip! Loose your Curry Cannon at her feet!" Mandip nodded, the brown girl hefting up her breasts, aiming them, and then squeezing her nipples like triggers, tweaking until the disgusting stream of sick-brown curry sauce sluiced out, spraying over the cool metal floor. Salma's foot slipped in it, and she staggered, trying to get her feet under her, but the momentum carried her, hurtling towards Mandip, who side-stepped at the last minute, just in time to see Salma hit the wall head-first, her impact fortunately blunted by her stupendous knockers.

There was a pause, before the Pokémon Professor grabbed the mic, declaring, "And Mandip Gill is the winner, Salma Hayek is unable to battle!" The Latina woman slumped onto her back, and Red shook his head, recalling her to her Poké Ball. The screen shot lit up with pixelated confetti:

'Mandip Gill gained 350EXP! Mandip Gill grew to level 12!
Stats increased to HP 30 Power 22 Tough 18 Sex Appeal 22 Willpower 14 Quickness 16!'

Mandip turned away, panting, to be swept up into Jack's arms as he pulled her into a hug. "You did it! You did it!" She hugged him back, nestling into his arms. God, it was so fucked up to feel so safe and warm nuzzling into her captor, but... What the heck, they'd won! The crowd, after being initially taken aback at the sudden reversal, were chanting and cheering her on. Fuck. Maybe this wasn't all bad... I mean, what else could they possibly do to her at this point?

After the battle, their Pokémon ensconced back in their balls after being healed up in another byzantine machine. A few of the guys were sitting around, drinking beers and chatting. There was a real bond of comradery, as if they were pioneers of a great scientific breakthrough rather than training women to be Pokémon.

"You know, you've got a real talent for this," Red said, sipping on his beer as he lounged in the most prominent spot in the group. "You should work up to the real battling."

Jack laughed. "I mean, you nearly kicked my ass out there. And that's your weakest Pokémon!"

Red shrugged. "Look, all it takes is training and time. Honestly, we're still working it out. Only a few of us have managed to evolve our Pokémon. We're still figuring out everything they can do; the cost of a Poké Ball and the whole not getting caught thing, that's slowed it a bit."

The Professor chimed in from where he tapped away on a laptop. "The data they generate can be mined, and it indicates that it works a lot like the games, you can level up, sometimes it's irradiation of a certain frequency, we're working on evolution stones, but you know. Money. Time."

Jack looked between the two of them, jaw on the floor. "This is just insane. I can still hardly believe it's real."

Josh laughed, clapping his old roommate on the back as he joined the group. "Look, we've only just got started. Better balls, ones you don't need to have formatted once you've caught someone... we think we're gonna be able to transfer Pokémon by Internet, we're working on a lot of peripherals and items, the Prof's working on actually doing a Pokédex in his Pokédex app..."

The Professor laughed it off. "Look, you hardware monkeys all have great ideas, but you forget the data guy has to help out on all of them."

Josh continued, "Hey, not everything. The barrier to seeing if breeding works is nobody wants to use a limited supply of Poké Balls to catch a dude."

"I mean," Jack frowned, "Surely, given they're women?"

Red drained his beer, shaking his head. "Nah, I mean, when was it you caught Mandip? A week? Well I suppose that's not enough time to notice, but even after how much you've fucked her, she's never gonna get pregnant off you. She's a Pokémon."

Jack's cheeks flushed. "Well, actually I haven't..."

Red and Josh were shocked and incredulous. "Oh come on." "I'd fucked Salma like 30 times by day 3!"

"I mean, I don't think she'd be comfortable with it yet!" to more scoffs and pushback, until eventually the Professor stopped typing and rolled his eyes.

"Look, I'd've fucked her by now," he held up a hand to silence Jack's protest. "But y'know, he did kick your ass after a week, so maybe the kid isn't barking up the wrong tree here. The two of you just said 'I don't know how this will work' a bunch for two guys so sure you know how it works."

"Thank you," Jack said sincerely.

"Hey, you might still be wrong," the old man said bluntly, picking a bit of food out of his teeth. "We'll just have to see."