Where you are eagerly awaited.

A short while later, after mingling with your growing crowd of fans and supporters, you found yourself standing outside an important looking office on the upper floors of the arena. Brixa and Luca kept you company, the former hanging off your arm as always, and the latter leaned against the opposite wall. You had the option for a rushed shower, in which Brixa was sad she could not join you, and you now stood dressed in clothes finer and more proper than you probably preferred. You didn't have long to wait however, as you were soon ushered in to join the proceedings.

Brixa and Luca remained outside as you were ushered in to the office which was dominated by a large board room table around which multiple important looking pokemon were sat. There was a rhydon, an infernape, a sceptile, a nidoqueen, a tyranitar, and others. Your eyes however were drawn to the three individuals at the far end of the table.

Firstly you noticed your own, Verda, looking none too pleased about these proceedings. And why would she be, she was loosing her prized competitor just when your popularity was really starting to soar. Across the table from her was without a doubt, your prospective new owner and Gina the growlithe's mother, Nadia. The arcanine was stunning. She had the bearing of a champion but had the allure of a seductress. She flashed you a look as you entered, a smile crossing her face as she did. The last individual was possibly the most impressive. At the head of the table sat a well dressed and imposing looking charizard who seemed to you to be in control of the entire situation. As you entered he rose, smiling and gesturing as he did. "Ah the man of the hour!" The charizard bellowed heartily. "Come! Sit! We were just getting down to business. You have probably never seen me about, after all we run in different circles." The charizard chortled at his bad joke. "My name is Charles and I am the President of the Arena. And today we are deciding your fate."

"Uh-" you said, definitely feeling out of place as you took the empty seat at the close end of the table. "I wasn't under the impression that slav- that competitors usually took part in negotiations."

"They don't usually, but yours is a special case my boy." President Charles said. "You are a bit of a high profile case, and your new prospective owner asked for you to be here." His look became contemplative then. "Owner may be the wrong word. Miss Nadia, with what you plan to do, what would you consider your relationship to this man to be?"

The arcanine smiled as she answered, nearly collapsing your knees as she looked over at you. This woman oozes sexuality, confidence, and esteem in magnitudes you hadn't seen before. She looked the part of a champion in every way. "Well since I will still own the controlling interest in his performance contract, you could still consider me his owner. However, I will not be considered an owner in the same way as Verda here, as I intend to free him from his slavery."

"I don't see the need to buck our traditions." Verda replied and you could tell she was scarcely concealing her ire. "This is the way things have been these past few years since our uprising. This is just the way we do things now."

"Just because this man's ancestors may have kept our ancestors in captivity does not give us the right or reason to treat them in the same manner." Nadia replied coolly. "We can be better than that."

"I am better than that." Verda shot back, her eyes taking on their telltale pink glow. "I have cultivated a potential elite level talent in this boy and now in you swoop to pick him up after I've done all of the hard work. You've done nothing to contribute to his success and now you seek to reap the rewards of his endeavors."

"On the contrary dear Verda. It is because of your hard work that he has come to my notice. But the reality is, I have the better facilities and budget to accommodate his growing skill. You've done too good a job with him I'm afraid. And now its time for him to leave you and join the big leagues. After all, you are not known for champion level talent amongst the humans. All of your prospects have lost out during their first round in the tournament."

Verda said nothing but glared at Nadia all the while, her anger visibly apparent.

"Ladies please!" Charles bellowed but his smile belied the thunder of his voice. "This is a tough situation Verda for sure. We are asking you to give up a prized prospect, but we don't do so lightly. You will be well compensated I assure you, Nadia has drawn up a very lucrative deal for his release. And this stands to benefit the arena as well. Our most celebrated champion returning to the arena as a team owner, and with a promising competitor to lead her team as well? You can't write better headlines than this. It'll be on every poster and every news site everywhere. Every pokemon will be talking about this team up. And you Verda can retire in comfort off the profits of this release."

You could tell by the sidelong glance Verda shot at you that money was not what the gardevoir was concerned about now. You had awakened something within her. Something primal. Something that needed to be fed. She craved your domination. She longed to submit to you. And with that need to submit came a deep hunger that nothing else could satisfy. Verda was not keen to release you. Not for any arena related reason, but because she craved what you could do to her in the privacy of her own bedroom. She knew she belonged to you. And now she feared that when you no longer legally belonged to her, she may lose out on the one thing that has brought her so much satisfaction.

The rest of the proceedings were less eventful than the preliminary discussions. Alot of talk about clauses and stipulations until finally the two women agreed on a final contract. The deal was signed, and you no longer belonged to Verda. Immediately afterwards, with the arena president as witness, Nadia presented you with a release contract, which you hastily signed. You were free now. You still had to compete for the arena, but you no longer had **** status. Gone were the days of your owner controlling all of your funs. Gone were your travel restrictions. Gone were the whips and rules and shouting and degradation. You were a free man. Nadia smiled at you as she took the paper from you and handed it to the president to sign. "So superstar," she said with that sultry voice of hers. "I've set you free. Technically, you don't even have to compete for me if you don't want to. But I would like to ask if you would like to compete for my team?"

Not even much of a choice you thought. You no longer belonged to Verda, so you were technically a free agent. Someone would pick you up, you were kind of a hot ticket, but you were unlikely to find a better fit than Nadia's team. Rea was already on her team, as was Nadia's daughter Gina. Plus with her fame and money, she could likely get you whatever you wanted. "It would be an honor mam." You said simply, wishing you could be more elegant.

Nadia laughed as she lead you out of the room, her laugh sending a tingle down your spine. "You don't have to be so formal with me honey. You don't have to call me mam or madam or anything like that. Although I wouldn't object to you calling me mommy." The arcanine shot you a teasing glance and chuckled as you tried not sweat in her presence. "Relax babe. I'm not trying to make you nervous or uptight. You can be as laid back with me as you like. After all, I'm looking forward to us becoming very comfortable with each other." Another chuckle and the arcanine lead you out of the arena building altogether.