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“Hilda, are you not tired of battling me like this…?” Iris let out a heavy sigh as she watched Hilda step into the Pokemon arena. “How many times has it been now? Ten, twenty? More? And you still lose every time.”

“I swear, I’m going to win this time!” There was a confidence in Hilda’s voice that was there nearly every time she challenged the Elite Four. The truth was, she forgot how many times she had attempted this challenge. How many times she had started back at Victory Road and dreamed about defeating the champion, Iris. It almost felt like a fever dream at this point to be entering this room. Yet, here she stood with a smile on her face and a Pokeball in her hand. “Besides, it’s not an issue that I keep turning up, right? What’s wrong with battling familiar faces?~”

Iris felt something sink inside her as she watched Hilda wink at her. It wasn’t the first time the girl’s flirty personality came out during their pre-battle talks. But it would be the last if Iris had anything to say about it. “Listen… you’ve got a point, Hilda. But it’s gotten a little stale to those who pay attention when the champion battles. It’s gotten stale to me as well. Let’s make this the final attempt, alright?”

A gentle breath left Iris as she waited for a response. But as soon as Hilda opened her mouth, Iris raised her hand. “Let’s make a bet. If you win, everything proceeds like normal. You become the champion, you get into the Hall of Fame, everything. If you lose, however… You’ll have to become a part of my battles on the sidelines. You will never battle me again and the Champion title will be lost to you forever. Deal?”

Hilda thought for a moment about the agreement. Would it be worth it? While she couldn’t deny that she had challenged the Elite Four a few too many times, the others always treated her with respect and enjoyment. Maybe it was just because the Championship match was so much more important. Maybe it was because Iris didn’t like something in her personality. Hilda didn’t know. But she was still confident that she was going to win. “You have a deal, Iris! If I lose, I’ll… Become part of your battles on the sidelines. Whatever that means…”

“Good. I’m going to hold you to that promise. Not that you’ll really have a choice.”

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When the battle came to its conclusion, Hilda felt both devastation and embarrassment at the same time. It was a steamroll of a match. A landslide. And it was clear from the opening moment that Hilda, once again, didn’t stand a chance. A heavy sigh left her as she fell to her knees, looking up at Iris and seeing the smile that was on her face. “You… Won again… B-But why…?”

Iris thought for a moment if she should give a proper response. Help a fellow trainer grow from her experiences. But instead, she shrugged her shoulders and kept her smile at Hilda. “Doesn’t matter anymore. You’re no longer a trainer. Now, strip.”

Hilda’s heart skipped a beat in her chest at the command. “S-Strip…?”

“I didn’t stutter. Get undressed and make your way to my side of the arena.” Iris let out a heavy sigh and pulled out her phone, typing away a message before slipping it back into her outfit.

A moment later, there was a voice that seemed to engulf the entirety of Victory Road. As well as the rooms of the Elite Four and the Champion’s Room.

“It has been decided that from this moment forward, the trainer Hilda will no longer be attempting to become a champion. She will remain on Victory Road with Iris and the Elite Four. But now she will be a consolation prize for those that fail the Champion

Fight. And only the Champion Fight. Losing to one of the Elite Four does not entitle the challengers to Hilda’s body.

I repeat. Only those that have beaten the Elite Four and then lost against Champion Iris will be allowed access to former trainer Hilda’s body.”

As soon as she heard the voice stop speaking, Hilda’s heart sank in her chest. Is that what Iris meant? “I-Iris, what’s the meaning of this?! You can’t simply sell my body--”

“You’ve been here too many times, Hilda. You’ve lost too many times, proving that you’re unfit to become the champion months ago. It’s incredible that you think you still have a chance. Especially since you haven’t changed your strategy for battle since your first attempt.” Iris interrupted the young trainer before letting out another sigh. “Now, you made a deal. I assume you’re intending to keep it.”

At first, Hilda wasn’t sure what she was going to do. Was this truly something that she could follow through with? Was it something that she could even handle doing? What if someone got rough with her and hurt her? Would Iris step in or would she be left on her own?

As all these thoughts raced through her mind, Hilda found herself watching Iris make her way over to Hilda, bending over and placing a hand on the former trainer’s shoulder. However, instead of having a comforting look on her face, Iris swatted Hilda’s chest and shook her head. “Come on, Hilda. I’ve already given you your first order. Undress. Right here and now. And then follow me to my side of the arena. We’re going to be putting you to good use while you’re here.”

With the confidence in Iris’ eyes, Hilda knew that she couldn’t exactly argue. She didn’t know what was telling her to stay and do as she was told, but that’s what she did. Slowly but surely, Hilda rose to her feet in front of Iris and started to pull on her outfit, starting with her signature half-jacket.

Even though it was only the first article of clothing out of the few that she wore, Hilda felt a sense of unease filling her. Embarrassment and shame despite the fact that she was still fully dressed. Those feelings only grew inside of her as she reached for her white top, hooking her fingers around the hem around her waist and pulling it upward. She moved slowly at first, hoping that someone would stop her before things got too far. But as her eyes looked around the arena at everyone that was in the stands, no one was moving. Everyone was simply watching this young girl undress in front of the crowd and throw away her future as a trainer.

So as she continued to pull on her top, she eventually reached the underside of her breasts. And one more time, Hilda chose to stop. She looked around between Iris, the stands, and just the empty arena in front of her. Still, no one moved. And a strange sense of acceptance spilled into the embarrassment and shame. It felt so wrong to be undressing like this, but it was clear that there was nothing she could do to stop this.

“Speed it up, Hilda! The next challenger won’t be far behind you.” Iris shouted from across the arena, gesturing to a spot next to her. “When you’re done, leave your clothing over there and come here.”

Hilda flinched at the sound of her name being called. She quickly pulled the top over her head, her cheeks gaining a deep red flush as she looked across the arena at Iris. It was revealed to everyone around her at that moment that she wasn’t the kind of woman to wear a bra. Whether it was for comfort or just being a whore in secret, she knew that rumors were going to get out now that she was being forced to do something like this.

Unfortunately for her, that’s when the different cheers from the crowd around the arena started.