"When a man and a woman hate each other very much they make love angrily like birds of prey (and Africanized bees) and with a little bit of luck they'll conceive..."
~Neil Cerceriga, Angry People

It's almost fitting, honestly as you look at the story of Libra, a Zangoose with a chip on her shoulder and pride to match.

Did you know Zangoose and Seviper are in the same egg group and can breed? I sure didn't! And neither did these two. But that's how it goes sometimes.

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Passionate Hate

“So, what brings you in today miss…” the Leafeon consulted a folder. “...Libra? Do you mind if I just call you Libra?” She looked up at the Zangoose sitting in a chair across from her.

There was a spectre of shame hanging over her body as she sat in the chair - she refused to make eye contact with the Leafeon. Her sharp claws rubbed against each other slowly, as if they were kindling her courage to explain to the breeder what had happened.

Libra opened her mouth to speak, but found no words or even sounds to make as she surveyed the Leafeon. Paith was her name, and she was apparently the closest agent for Pro²Creation around. Her Day Care center was adjacent to the den of ill repute, Café Plaisir. Just heading over here was enough shame - what would others think? A young female Zangoose, heading into a place like this? She was a good girl - people like her didn’t need to go to places like this. Yet, she was here, sitting in a chair opposite a rather friendly-looking Leafeon.

The two had spoken earlier - Libra had called Plaisir, following a lead she'd found on the internet, to ask if there was someone at the Café who could help her deal with a very specific matter. After an incredibly long conversation, the contents of which Libra thought would kill her if she remembered it, she eventually admitted what her problem was - she had an egg. She was going to lay it soon. She didn’t want it, and didn’t know what to do. The one on the phone had promptly transferred the poor girl to Paith, who, she recalled, had listened patiently to Libra’s story. The line had been quiet at first, during those few seconds, she was worried that the breeder on the other line would give her a stern talk about protection or ask some kind of awkward questions. Instead, she had been invited down to Plaisir’s Day Care to speak to Paith directly to assess her case.

“Yes, t-that’s right, Miss Paith. And please… by all means… call me whatever you want.” the nervous Zangoose stammered out, not looking up from her claws. A small amount of courage had burned up within her, just enough to get the first few words out. The Leafeon opposite her didn’t seem to need more than that.

“There’s no need to be so formal, Libra.” Paith said, putting a consoling paw on Libra’s knee, smiling warmly at her. “You came here for help, and I’m going to help you. You can just call me Paith.” She paused, keeping her eyes trained on Libra. There was a sympathetic glint to them, which helped to encourage Libra’s growing nerve. “So… what can I do to help you?”

“W-well…” Libra started, clearing her throat. “I… am an athlete. I’m in one of the local integrated schools.” She said, trying to be vague, in case her story got out. Being here was already bad enough, without her peers knowing. Letting the story spread would be social suicide at the very least. Too many prying ears. Not that there were many integrated schools around - enough teams to be given a choice of local rivals to play against each other, at least. Helped get the school spirit up, especially to help distract from some of the more… delicate parts of post-liberation integration. Paith just nodded and listened intently.

“So… my team and I… we were playing our rival team, the…” She said, about to reveal the name. “...the other team. They’re our fiercest rivals, and we play them fairly often. They… had a new player this time. A Seviper. It may have encouraged me to play harder than usual.” She said, a note of pride in her voice, undercutting the anxiety that pervaded her. “And we crushed them, like we always do.”

Paith let out a little snort of laughter, before speaking up. “Sports - never fails to bring out the confidence in athletes. A Seviper, huh? I know it’s basically written in your IVs to fight them and crush them.” Libra nodded, some of the wind getting knocked out her sails again. “But I’m guessing you didn’t set up an appointment with me and come all the way out here just to tell me you won at your sports game.” She smiled softly. “What happened next?”

Libra laughed nervously. “Well… I sort of got a little into some post-game taunting. I mean, how could I not? We just won so hard, I couldn’t not get a jab in… Next thing I know, he’s getting a jab in, if you know what I mean.”

“I… can imagine.”

“Well, imagine my surprise when that bastard didn’t pull out.”

“I imagine it was very surprising.” Paith said with a small grin, making a note in Libra’s file.

“Yeah, I hate Sevipers. I especially hate this Seviper. Aries.”

“Zodiac names.” Paith noted.

“Don’t be cute. I don’t need to be here.”

“You’re right. You don’t.” Paith nodded, closing the folder. “You came here of your own desire, and I wouldn’t dream of keeping you here if you wanted to leave.”

Libra paused, and took a breath. “Sorry,” She apologized. “I... I’m just a little tense. What I did was wrong.” She said, growing demure again and staring at her claws. Paith opened her folder again. “I shouldn’t have let him get to me like that.”

“What you did isn’t wrong.” Paith said, looking concerned. Her expression turned more into a frown. “It’s natural for a girl like you to feel strong emotions and desires. It’s remarkably easy to conflate anger and lust. Just walk around inside the Café for a while - sometimes it’s hard to tell if it’s based in hate, love, or just lust.” She said, putting her pen down. “With emotions running high after winning ‘so hard’ like that… It happens. You’re not bad, you’re not wrong. It’s just a mistake.”

Libra digested this. “Thank you. I… haven’t even told my parents yet. I don’t want to either. Maybe they’ve already noticed? But… I guess I should tell you why I’m here.”

“If you wouldn’t mind.” Paith replied patiently.

“So… I have an egg due in a few days. I can already feel it in me…”

Paith sighed. “Yes, I figured as much.” She nudged her computer. “Despite being bitter rivals, you two are in the same… what we in the breeding community call Egg Groups, or groups of pokemon who can interbreed…” She pulled up a group listed “Field” and showed Libra the species that were on the list. It was admittedly, a long list.

“You’re on here!” Libra said, pointing at a little Leafeon on the screen. “And there I am… and…” her voice turned sour in her throat. “Him.”

“Aries?”

“HIM.”

“Him.” Paith corrected herself. “Sorry.”

“So… what does this mean?” She asked, turning back to the breeder.

“Well, even though he was so kind as to donate his essence to you, the egg will contain another Zangoose, though it will have a Seviper as a father. That’s unavoidable at this point. He may have a few physiological differences overall, but…”

“I don’t want it.”

Paith hesitated. “Sorry?”

“I. Don’t. Want. It.” She said again. “I don’t want this egg now. I didn’t in the first place and now I really don’t. Not if it’s going to have any resemblance to Him.”

“It… probably won’t have much in common? Some small differences, maybe, but it’ll still be a Zangoose.”

“Don’t care. Don’t want.”

“That’s fine. If you don’t want your egg, I am certified to take it off your hands. I will hatch it and find it a good home.”

Libra nodded. “So… do you want me to come back after it’s laid? Do I just stay here? How does this work?”

“I have a guest room you can use if you want to stay, Libra.” She said, nodding toward the door marked ‘Guests’ before returning her gaze to Libra. Her demeanor was soft and inviting in a way. It helped the nervous Zangoose feel a little more at ease, all things considered.

She gave her rounded stomach a tentative pat. “I figure I have only one or two more day before it drops… I’ll stay here if it’s not too much trouble. Thank you.”

Paith nodded in understanding. “Please, stay as long as you need. If you need anything, please let me know. I’ll either be in here, or in my room.”

“What if you’re not?” Libra asked nervously.

“Well, I don’t usually leave, but if I do need to step out, and I will let you know before I do, I’m likely over in the Café for some reason. If it’s a dire emergency, I do have a phone on my desk in the main room.”

“Why would you leave..?” Libra wondered - it did seem like Paith did have all she needed.

“Usually to pick up an egg or to get supplies. If you wait a few minutes, I will almost certainly return. I try to avoid the Café proper when I can - I have sort of a mixed reputation over there as it currently stands.” She said with a small hesitant laugh. “Some of them disagree with what I do over here. But I think it’s an essential service.” Her voice warmed as she spoke, the Leafeon’s initial hesitation melting away to her more welcoming tones.

Libra smiled faintly “I... can agree with that.” She nodded, easing to her feet and taking a second to adjust her center of gravity. “Guess I’ll see you in the morning?”

Paith nodded. “Unless you need me sooner. I have to fill out some information out here first.” She said, turning to her computer and giving the mouse a nudge - the screensaver had come back up again. It appeared to be the logo of Pro²Creation, which wasn’t that surprising to Libra when she took a second to think about it. She watched for a second as Paith pulled up a document and started typing in information. Name of mother, Species, Parentage, Genetic information… There were a lot of fields. Things that not even Libra herself knew what to be put there. The whole thing looked pretty intricate for what it was.

She decided not to bother Paith anymore, instead electing to go to the bedroom and inspect it. It was pretty spartan, with a bed, a table, lamp, closet and a small window. It was like a hotel with fewer amenities. She wondered why there were so few things here until she realized why the breeding center had a room with a bed and not much else. She sat on the bed and wondered how much use it had gotten before she had arrived. A long, heavy sigh rolled out of her throat as she threw herself back on the bed, one hand off to the side, her claw by her head while her other gently rubbed over the surface of her belly. How had she gotten to this point? That she was waiting to lay an egg to give it to a Leafeon she’d met not long ago? An egg that was conceived by her and the person she hated most in the world? She closed her eyes and her mind began to wander back to the past, wondering how on earth she’d arrived here…

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A popular activity for some of the integrated schools had been Battling - a sort of modified wrestling that was in the style of pre-liberation pokemon battles. Two competitors would work as a team - one as the combatant and one as the trainer - attempting to work in tandem to defeat the opposing team. Unlike the battles in the real world, not only were the combatants all entirely and expressly voluntary, but humans could be the combatant, and the pokemon could be the trainer - or it could be two pokemon or even two humans. Libra grinned thinking about it - one of the best teams in her own school was a brute of a human as a combatant with an Abra directing him. It was really impressive to see them work together.

Libra was a combatant herself - a born fighter. She’d had a few trainers over the year, but none of them could really keep up with her, until she had started working with a Jolteon as her trainer. The eeveelution had been given a cruel nickname by her peers, Cancer, another indicator of the zodiacal force that seemed to pervade Libra’s life. Cancer was given the name mockingly in the school, as the disease had originally claimed her mother, and, while it should have faded quickly, it had stuck for good when she started hanging out with Libra more often. The name had hardened the Jolteon’s mind and she apparently decided to be as fast and cruel as the disease she had been renamed for by her peers. It showed in battle. Libra always did her best when Cancer drove her - the Jolteon, whom Libra had taken to calling Cee instead of her more common name, was sharp enough to make a tack jealous and with a ruthlessness to match. As far as Libra could tell, she was the only one Cee was nice to. She guessed it came with the partnership. She wished Cee were here with her now, as she laid in the breeder’s guest bed. As rough as the Jolteon was around the edges, she always made Libra feel better.

Her mind wandered some more, turning to her opponents. Aries. Aries was from another school, also in the battling program. He was usually the trainer, being smarter than he was fast, and bulkier than he was strong, and was more suited to a support role. His combatant, however, could not have been more mismatched for him. The combatant was a large human who, as far as Libra could tell, was more muscle than man. He could have very easily been a fighting type pokemon if it weren’t for his very human-like stink. The pair had switched for the battle, probably because of Aries’ desire to fight with Libra as strong as her desire to fight with him. Ancient rivalries will do that.

Despite his usual role as the trainer, Aries proved to be a very skilled combatant. Better than his combatant seemed to be as a trainer. One can only really yell “Bite her” so many times before your combatant stops listening to you, after all. The battle was fierce, and lasted for longer than Libra and Cee wanted. The tricky snake kept evading the attacks, sliding and slipping just out of range of her claws, with a smug expression on his face. When she overextended, his tail would catch her with its blade, knocking her claw away with a sharp cut. Despite Cee’s directions, Libra lashed out a bit too far and it was all Aries needed. A streak of black lightning shot from the floor and, within seconds, Libra was down. Fangs touching her neck, and her own arms and claws pinned to the ground by Aries’ serpentine bulk tightly coiled around her frame. It was clear she’d lost.

Cee had run off - Libra may not have followed her directions exactly… but come on, she knew how to fight Seviper! She was a Zangoose! It was in her IVs! This one had… just caught her off guard. Aries was more competent than he looked, not that it was a stretch for that to happen. His human combatant-turned-trainer seemed pleased with himself, as if he had been the defining force of the battle… even though his combatant hadn’t listened to a word he said. Leave it to a snake… she thought, pulling her gaze away from the victors and at her wrist. No marks - there never were, but he was so quick. It just seemed insane to her. Not as insane as what had happened next, though.

Libra sat in one of the ready rooms, having retreated after the fight to somewhere quiet to lick her wounds. The ready room was a sort of locker room type place where teams could work on their skills and strategies without hurting anyone. The only thing hurting in this room today was Libra’s pride. Her mood started to suffer when a familiar black streak slithered into the room.

“Good game out there today.” Aries said smugly. “You almost hit me.”

“Shut up, Aries. I could have beat your brick of a combatant any day of the week. You didn’t even listen to his commands!”

“You and I both know he’s useless as a tactician.” Aries replied with what could be described as a vocal shrug. “I think we did okay.”

“Of course you think you did fine! You won, ass.” Libra said indignantly.

“I’m the ass? I just came in here to be a good sport and you’re crawling down my throat for it.”

“More like to rub it in.”

“Typical Zangoose.” Aries said, rolling his eyes. “Always assuming the worst in others.”

“At least I’m not a literal snake.” She shot back.

“At least your claws are sharper than your words. No wonder you can’t be a trainer.” Aries replied smugly

“Fuck you.”

“Is that an invitation?”

“As if. Never, never in a million years would I offer you that.”

“Harsh.” Aries said, in mock hurt. “I should have guessed you didn’t have the nerve for that either. Your conversational jabs are worse than your actual ones.”

“Why don’t you let me show you how good my jabs are.” She said, standing up and kicking her chair over. “Let’s go. Rematch. Now.”

“Fine with me. You must really like losing.” Aires replied with a sly grin.

And with that, she lunged. He parried. He riposted. She got caught. He’d worked her up and he was ready for her. She, however, was seeing red and was getting dispatched effortlessly again. Not this time. She wasn’t going to lose twice. Not to Aries.

She wasn’t entirely sure what had happened between the start of the fight and the end, but she knew how it had ended. She had his neck pinned to a wall, he was coiled around her body like leather straps and somehow, at some point, the fighting had turned into fucking. She ground him against the wall while keeping him pinned. She stared him down, glaring as his cock coiled and thrust into her body, glaring back at her with the same contempt. as they bit, scratched and fucked. The climax for the two came during the height of the battle when Libra managed to get her jaws around Aries’ body and bit hard, drawing some blood and drawing forth his seed into her body. She was shocked at the feeling and let him go, giving him the opening to coil around her neck and bite right back into her arm, prompting the same reaction from her, wracking with her own hategasm. When she’d recovered, she swung a claw at him connecting with his neck and drawing a hiss of pain from him, prompting him to let go and set her free. The two looked at each other, breathing heavily, still infuriated at each other, with the passion dripping from their bodies.

No words were exchanged as the two glared each other down. The smell of sex and sweat filled the room, undercutting the tension and hate that pervaded the air. There wasn’t really a winner, and they both knew that. Aries narrowed his glare and slithered out of the room, keeping his eyes trained on the Zangoose. The door shut behind him and Libra fell against the wall, contemplating what had just happened.

It took a few hours for everything to sink in. She’d just fucked Aries. Hate fuck, sure. But fuck all the same. It was a personal shame to her. Still, he was a Seviper and she was a Zangoose. Nothing could happen, right? They were the bitterest of rivals and she might as well just enjoy the remaining feelings and not worry about it. Of course, not worrying about it was what had had gotten her here - in the breeder’s hut. She let out another long sigh and tried to clear her mind. It was late. She could use sleep. It’s not like she was in a hurry to be somewhere, after all…

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She was awoken a few hours later by pain and wetness. Pain and wetness between her hips, specifically. It would seem that her egg was ready. She cried out as she spread her legs, or, rather, felt them forced apart to make space, feeling her body starting to split as the egg started making its way out of her body. Fortunately, it was coming out narrow end first - or at least, it should be based on her grade-school level knowledge of breeding. It began in her womb, and her body began to slowly push it out. Her claws reached for the headboard, adding scratches to the wood decor as she braced. Her toes dug into the bed, her knees arching as she let out a heavy grunt - she’d laid eggs before, but not fertilized eggs. This one was a lot bigger than the others and was causing no shortage of discomfort as it slowly descended.

She bit her lip and contracted her body, the egg starting to crest as it emerged, pushing her body apart. The slimy membrane of the egg started hardening as it hit the air, spreading her a bit more as the egg assumed a more traditional form. She thrashed gently on the bed, biting her lips and letting her claws dig into the mattress to help brace her. Libra could feel the egg moving out inch by inch. The sensation was agonizing but… in a way, almost arousing? It was uncomfortable to be sure seeming to be searing her mind, but she was almost enjoying it? Is this why Paith had gotten into breeding? If this was how it felt, she’d get used to the discomfort… Her strained grunts interspersed with pleasured moans as the egg slid further from her body.

After a few more minutes of the pleasure eclipsing the pain, the hardening surface seeming to make it harder to push free. She did her best, tearing up the mattress, and making no shortage of noise, both pained and pleasured. At her loudest, the egg pushed past its furthest point and rolled out onto the bed with a damp almost pop as it slid free, leaving Libra a panting mess as she recovered from the feelings, good and bad. Her mind was on fire as she caught her breath. Her body ached. It hadn’t been easy, but it hadn’t been bad. Maybe Paith had the right idea.

She stared at her egg. It lay there on the bed, glistening in the dim light that danced along her nectar that adorned it. She grabbed a spare sheet and a couple of the plush towels from the cabinet, and quickly wrapped the egg in it, swaddling it completely. She picked it up delicately and set it on her night table, before closing her eyes, and drifting back to a peaceful sleep.

The next morning she awoke and looked around. She was still in the breeding shack. The room looked as sparse as it did the night before. As she adapted to the morning, she realized something was wrong. Something had changed. As realization dawned on her, she panicked at first, scrambling out of bed. My egg is missing! She thought, frantically looking around the room, tearing blankets free of the bed, flying to the closet and checking it, under the bed, in the dresser, anywhere with a door or some sort of obstruction she could think to look, even going so far as to flip the mattress, slashing at the underside with her sharp claws, until she remembered. Paith. Paith had probably taken it while the Zangoose had slept. She got her bearings straight, took a few calming breaths, and walked out the door into the main hall. Paith was at her computer, diligently typing away as the egg sat in a small container on her desk. Yep - the Leafeon had claimed it already.

“‘Morning, Paith.” Libra said, her mind trying to suppress the power of her maternal panic. She was safe. Everything was normal.

“Good morning, Libra.” The Leafeon replied, not looking away from her screen as she typed away furiously. “Sleep well?”

“Well enough as you can while pushing an egg out.”

Paith laughed a bit. Her voice was warm as the morning sun, which helped to soothe the Zangoose as it had done the night before. “It is kind of rough the first few times, yeah. There is a certain pleasure in it, I find.”

Libra blushed gently, remembering the feelings. “Yeah. It is sure something else.”

“Most don’t like to do it more than once or twice. If you want, you can take your egg back. I haven’t finished filling out the paperwork, and you still need to sign it…”

“No, I’ll lay another some other day, when I’m more ready for it.” She nodded.

“Very well.” Paith said with a small, almost knowing smile. “SIgn here then, and you’re free to go.”

Libra sighed, fumbling with the the pen as she looked at the breeder. She was having some second thoughts. Some part of her wanted to swing her claws at the breeder and take her… the egg back. Almost compelled to take it back for herself. It was hers… even if he… if Aries was the father. She watched quietly as Paith used a bit of tape to attach the pen to her claw, as he mind continued to wander. She didn’t like Aries at all, the thought of what they had done together still bothered her. On the other hand, because of that she’d had a very unique and not unpleasant experience. One she might even be inclined to repeat… Her claw touched the paper to sign, she turned to Paith.

“Is this the right choice?” She asked, hesitating.

“Excuse me?” Paith asked, tilting her head.

“Giving up the egg. Is this… the right thing to do?”

“That’s not really a call I can make.”

Libra grew quiet again - she knew it was true. She was sorely tempted to take the egg and keep it, but it was Areis’ kid as well… And having a kid was a lot of responsibility - she’d have to abandon everything. Like Cee. It was a lot to think about. Reluctantly, she signed her name on the document, her claws halfheartedly tracing her name along the line.

Paith slowly took the document. “You’re sure you want to do this?”

The zangoose nodded. It wasn’t time yet, the post-laying hormones must be muddling her head still.

Paith nodded in return, taking the documents and turning to her computer to file the papers and get everything started on her end. “Thank you, Libra. Are you going to be ok, or do you need me to arrange you a way home?”

“Nah, I can walk. Thank you.” She said, getting to her feet and taking the pen off her claw, setting it on the chair for Paith to get later.

“Alright then. Thank you for coming, and I hope you have a wonderful day.”

Libra smiled and made her way out the door. She could still feel a weak emotional tether to her egg… the egg she corrected herself again. She’d signed away her parental rights. While she was mostly happy walking into the growing morning, she felt a twinge of regret. She shook it off and thought ahead - maybe she could have another encounter with him… with Aries. After all, they did seem compatible to fight… and well, if he did this to her once maybe she was wrong about him. Or at least, what he could do. Maybe it would be worth having another fight with him. A small grin crossed her face - Maybe she had been wrong about Aries. Maybe… there was more to him than his filthy serpentine heritage. Maybe she would have to spend more time with him in her claws and really work out their rivalry. Maybe.

She practically skipped on her way back home, full of excitement, which helped to temper her conflicting feelings over surrendering the egg. She could always make another, and she had just the candidate in mind. He may make her blood boil, but he was also bringing a heat of a different kind as she thought about what she was going to do him when she saw him again. Maybe she would take the time to hunt him down today yet. The day was still young after all. Young and full of possibilities to take revenge her revenge against that filthy, if slightly attractive, snake.

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