And with it your deadline.

You rose the next day feeling slightly trepidatious, knowing that Mistress Verda must have come to a long time ago. And most likely, she would not be very happy with the way you were with her last night. Sure the two of you had a role reversal thing going on, with you the dominate master and she the submissive sex ****. But you felt you had definetly crossed a line last night.

Not only had you broken her rule about ass play (again) but you had thoroughly used and abused the gardevoir. You generally humiliated her, fucking her brutally and savagely, without a care for her body or her feelings. You had used her like a cheap hooker to satisfy your own deep urges and desires. Then you left her there, in a puddle of both of your fluids, being continuosly stimulated by sex toys and the aftermath of what you could only classify as "consensual ****." If that phrase even made any sense.

You got up out of bed, leaving your preggers girlfriend to continue sleeping happily. She let out a fussy sleepy moan as you untangled yourself from her arms, but she snuggled back up when you placed a pillow where your body just was. After dressing and showering, you got up to get something to eat and think about the big decision that lay ahead of you.

The last couple of days had been plenty thrilling. From the Suicune encounter to your antics at the gym. From your mind blowing sex with Brixa to your unusual time spent at the hospital. And to cap it all off, you just had what might be your last tryst with Mistress Verda. But hovering over all of that erotic bliss was a dark cloud. A constant reminder of what your job was here.

Having defeated the gyarados in grand fashion, you went from a novelty to a full blown sensation. One the arena definetly took notice of. Seemingly overnight, merchandise of you was everywhere. Tshirts, posters, hats, hell even toys shaped like a certain appendage of yours were being sold on the arena's website. You were big money now it seemed. But with that star power came a catch.

Having proven you could hang with the big boys (or girls rather), the arena had decided your days of facing off against rookies and amatuers were over. They were bumping you up a level. Putting you up against girls with a higher calibur of skill. You only had two choices of opponent this time, having earned the right to choose by defeating the gyarados via domination. Your choices now were Bella the bellossum, or Rita the riachu. Both were fully evolved pokemon, like Arya and Penelope, but unlike them, Bella and Rita were three stagers. This meant that they were a more serious opponent. You could not take them lightly.

When you finished eating, you sat down at your laptop, and reviewed your choice of opponents, before making your final decision.