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Trainer Ivo

Written by Taiko Akito

"Hnnn!" Thyge grunted as he attempted to raise the weighted bar, his jaw gently clenched tightly as he pushed himself closer to his limit. The Guilmon wasn't weak by any means but he was clearly chubbier than the average male, puppy fat decorating his body all over. The extra weight had proven to be a difficult thing to shake, and not even a strict diet and daily jogs had helped him shed the extra pounds. There was only one thing left to try that didn't involve exposing himself more than usual, but Thyge had only done it on one condition - one thing that would prevent him from making a total fool of himself, as he so often did.

"Come on Thyge, just a little bit more..." Lance whispered as his hands hovered under the barbell lest his younger brother's arms give way. It didn't matter to him if Thyge was only using a few of the smallest weights on the bar, nor if the younger sibling was there only because Lance had dropped the suggestion half a million times. There was no way that the growlmon was about to let his younger brother fall to harm just because a certain spotter wasn't paying attention. He'd have done this job even if it wasn't his part of the bargain to uphold.

"Fiiifffff..." Thyge hissed, stuttering as his elbows buckled for an instant, catching himself and closing his eyes as he forced his aching arms upwards, "Fiffff...teeen!" The shout was a joyous one from the chubby reptile, his arms straight and strong in the air, wavering ever so slightly under the hundred pound barbell and its two relatively small weights. His hands were clenched tight about the warmed metal, a bit of sweat slicking it slightly as he moved it up to the two bars that sat on either sides of his head. It would only be ten more seconds, and then he could finally relax.

Lance felt himself grinning like a fool as his hands followed alongside his brothers, as the bar was set back and atop its perch, sighing happily as he secured the rod against the two prongs the weight bench had. "Great job Thyge." he said honestly, patting his sibling's bald red head with no small sense of pride in the air. "Let's get you up and over to the fountain before the next round."

Though the Guilmon groaned indignantly as his larger, far more fit older brother hefted him up, there was a smile on his face that told of how he really felt. There was pain in his arms, yes, and his heart felt like it was going to flat out give up, but this was only the second day of his training, and already it felt like less work than it'd been the first time he'd tried this. The burn of the workout was already starting to feel good, if only a little, and if Lance's body was anything to go by, the results would be spectacular when he could get beyond fifteen reps at a time.

Thyge had no idea that already he had a fan rooting for his success, waving from beyond his line of sight and hearing to support him in giving his all. Not that said fan was too far away, that is, or even making that big of an effort to hide himself. Hell, he'd been watching Thyge from not only the same room, but the weight bench next to his own for quite some time, and it wasn't as though he was being silent either. More than once, his applause at a successful rep had echoed throughout the gym better than if a yodeller had tried.

Then again, it wasn't easy to blame Thyge for this total obliviousness towards his enthusiastic fan, seeing as everyone else in the room didn't seem to notice him either, not even protective Lance. Perplexingly, this even included the fur who had been using the weight bed that said admirer had been sitting on.

However, when one put this into perspective, and realized that only a powerful manipulator could have put together such an act, it became clear as to what - or who - could be such a fan. It was a being of immense power, capable of attaining forms of increased might and ability, wielder of great powers beyond what any normal fur could possibly hope to ascertain without becoming something not of this world. Suffice to say, it could only be a pokemon cheering Thyge on.

Specifically, a Psychic type pokemon.

"Great job Thyge!" Ivo applauded as he jogged beside the red tubby reptile, grinning broadly as he reached down to give the male a hug. "Mmm, I bet you'll double that when you get back on that bench later on." he purred into the young male's bat-wing ear, giving it a teasing lick that made Thyge shudder in bliss, . It was a spot that had taken more than a few days to find, but it hadn't been hard. Not since he and Thyge had moved in together with one another, and started dating...and started sharing beds at night.

Ivo didn't bother looking around as he kept pace with his smaller lover, gym goers and their equipment making way for him despite not actually noticing his gait. Instead, the light purple pokemon reached down and gently cupped at Thyge's gently curving bulge, weighing the hidden groin with one hand as he listened to the reptile's breath. It was decidedly none-too-tired, in Ivo's semi-professional opinion, and only grew more energetic the more he teased the Guilmon's ears, the impish Espeon ignoring how the conversation being shared between Lance and his "exhausted" sibling was affected by it.

Deciding to detach himself from the Guilmon's side when they reached the water fountain, a trip that had gone slower than it otherwise would have without Ivo's teasing, the Espeon reached down and gave a light spank Thyge's rump, watching it ripple gently under the tight fabric. Snickering at how Thyge jumped to the contact, but didn't notice who it was even after an extended glance back, Ivo whispered to his lover, "Rest up, hot stuff, while I get ready for our next lesson in working out at the gym..."

Letting his words trail off, knowing that they were of no consequence anyways, Ivo turned back and made his way back to where he'd been sitting. As he arrived at the foot of the padded bench, he admired the form of the grizzly he'd been using as a seat, watching the brown bruin easily bench press four times what Thyge had been struggling to deal with. He'd been doing it for a longer period than Thyge had too, having started well before Thyge had even gotten there. Not that it'd kept the man from talking too much during the Guilmon's best attempts, though.

"Fucking kid...who does he think he is, barging in here and acting like he's going for the world champ..." the bear growled under his breath, smirking as sweat rolled off his brow and into his fur. "Fatso has nothing against me...doesn't have anything against the fucking towel boy..." He gave out a laugh to that, which carried throughout to the other end of the gym, before he began to power on further, the bear practically a machine in the bench, his arms pistons that refused to do anything but pump up and down, up and down.

It was an act that was growing old to Ivo, like a record spinning over and over half a song. Not that the grizzly wasn't a pleasant sight to watch, but with nothing but vanity and cockiness oozing out of the bear's attitude, it was a sight that didn't really last the tests of time. Ivo was plenty sure he could pull it off far better.

"So, you think that sweet Thygy is coming here to steal your glory, do you?" the Espeon asked the bear as he sat down on the weight lifter's lap again, giving a well timed clench to the man's groin with his purple buttocks. It was immediately apparent that the attitude didn't win the ursine much love in bed, given how fast the bear nearly dropped the barbell above himself, and how quick his groin was throbbing between Ivo's ass cheeks.

"Ooh, what a glory it is, though." Ivo laughed as he ground his ass further into the bear's groin, teasing the man mercilously.

"Ahh...gah...what...?" the bear managed to gasp out as he clutched the weighted bar, trying to remove it from his chest. The weight which he'd so enthusiastically been pumping like it weight nothing hadn't crashed down against his ribs - he was too long an enthusiast to know how to avoid that - but it was still pinning him down in a rather precarious position. It didn't help that the very limbs keeping it from rolling over onto his neck were well and truly exhausted from the amount of time they'd spent moving the damned thing up and down, drained of their normal strength, and practically making things worse for the poor bear.

Not that Ivo cared, really. Sure, he made sure that the bar didn't go anywhere, but he didn't exactly help the bear anymore than he already was. It was a simple matter to make the thought of asking for help not occur to the trapped male, and doubly so to make sure nobody else noticed him either. It wouldn't matter anyways, before too long.

"Hmmm, I have to have a taste of this." the purple furred pokemon purred to himself, licking his lips as he spun on the spot atop of the grizzly's groin. As the muscle bound brute gasped to the sensation, feeling his workout shorts twist atop his cock, he missed the sensation of something warm and hard slapping onto his abbes, something as heavy and round as one of his own arms. "Of course, I don't know if this is what you'd expect by that, seeing as I normally only do this with that fatass you so seemed to fear..."

Licking his lips as he massaged his own naked groin, Ivo felt his shaft harden, and slowly slink up the round stomach the bear owned. Its fleshy head slipped through the dense forest of fur that covered the male's muscle gut, slithered up and over the cool metal portion of the barbell, and peered over to the bear's struggling face. It drooled a thin stream of pre onto his chin as its owner rubbed as his balls, the Espeon moaning happily to the heated breath running over his cock's face.

The slickness seemed to snap the gym-goer out of his frenzy to escape his situation, Ivo's presence slowly coming to the bear's notice. The bruin's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates, as he gazed into the pair that the phallus atop of him owned. The hiss it gave managed to break through the vocal block Ivo had put onto the bear's mind.

"Ha-ha-how...?"

"Oh, it's something I don't normally indulge in." Ivo dismissively replied, "Although, when I do something, I like to do it big~" As if to accentuate his point, Ivo stood up from the clod's groin and fondled his own with one hand - his other gestured to one of the bear's trapped hands, a psychic pull freeing it from the bar and against Ivo's groin. Too shell shocked at the fact that he was staring down a cocksnake, hissing and inching closer to his face, it took the bear a few moments to realize that there was something off about the ball sack that he was hefting.

Wordlessly tipping his head up to see what it was he was holding, barely managing to keep his head away from the shaft lying heavily across his chest, the bear realized what it was that he was noticing. Namely, that the scrotum in his hand was laden with four testicles, as opposed to the normal two.

Once again glancing up to Ivo, his confusion clear on his face, the bear didn't realize that the snakecock he'd been so surprised by was nuzzling against his cheek. The Espeon merely shrugged.

"Again, it's not really my usual fare...but, when I do something, I like to do it...big..." The repeated statement had more weight behind it than when it'd been said the first time, and the bear could have sworn that, when he looked to the pokemon's eyes, he could see something in them. Something...glowing.

The sight was immediately cut off as the serpentine endowment opened its jaws and snapped them around the ursine's maw, cutting off any sounds the bear might have given off. Ivo moaned as he humped forwards, teasing the still trapped male's groin with his round ass cheeks, the snakecock easily slipping up and over the other's head and shoulders. The clothing that was practically vacuum sealed to the male wasn't a problem either - with a few telepathic pulls, the garments were torn and clear by the time his cock's mouth reached them.

"Ooohh, you're going to make me good and big~" Ivo purred as he continued to tease his captive lover, "Gonna be perfect for the occasion~" What occasion that was, he didn't say, but the Espeon was clearly looking forward to it a great deal. His hips pumped forwards and back, eager to help his cocksnake take in the hugely muscled bear, even as the male squirmed in an attempt to gain his freedom. The squirms slowed, however, the further down the snake-shaft went, Ivo's moans growing ever the louder as he felt the brute's head edging further inwards.

The ursine himself whimpered as he felt himself being taken in deeper and deeper, although the further he went the less he actually thought. He was briefly aware of this fact, too, but soon that was forgotten as he was swallowed up to his waist, becoming even less aware of it as warm, heady pre splashed against his head. The moment its heady scent entered his nostrils, any and all fear that he had in him vanished, and his groin began to throb under the Espeon's ass.

"Mmm, I bet you taste great~" Ivo purred happily as his endowment slipped further down the bear, reluctantly slipping himself off the heavy male's waist to allow it to be swallowed up. Stepping back, and sighing happily as his snakecock was allowed to straighten out, the pokestud licked his lips as he psychically tore off the bear's shorts, rendering them to shreds in time for the hips they hid to be gobbled down as well. The whole bear was quite the meal, but not something that Ivo needed to take his time with.

"Ahhhh, there we are..." he sighed as the furry toes were swallowed up in turn, purring gently to himself as the big bulge of muscle man slowly progressed down the thick shaft. The purple furred cat rubbed at the base of his shaft as the bear's head progressed through it, groaning as his four balls began to slosh in his sack. "Oooohhh, more~!" It was always at this part that Ivo went wild at - feeling his scrotum being filled with a big, meaty person. Thyge had taken this route many, many times, and it was always as much a pleasure the last time as it was the first...more so whenever someone new was added to the formula.

"Ah, aaahhh!" The Espeon grunted as he felt the widest part of the bruin slip into his sack, the legs and feet soon following after. Then, a great burst of pleasure, an amount that was drug-like in intensity, came forth from Ivo's groin. It was so great that Ivo nearly fell onto the floor, his head swooning heavily to it - it wasn't enough that he came close to fainting, but he did need to hold onto the barbell for support before it finally edged off.

When he looked down again, he was happy to see that the results were even better than he'd predicted they would be. Already happily endowed with four testicles, each the size of a chicken egg, Ivo's groin bulged with a sack that held four plump, squash sized nuts, the sack itself liberally sloshing with his seed. Reaching down, Ivo sighed as he hefted his maleness up as well, the thick endowment even more mighty than before, and that was saying something.

That wasn't the only thing that had grown about him, however - all over Ivo's body, muscles were cording under his skin, his skeleton growing to match and accommodate them. He grew several inches in the span of a minute, and what brainpower the bear had had beforehand was added to his own, his mind increasing with newfound knowledge. Ivo liked to have both brains and brawn whenever he grew - it made the experience all the more interesting, and kept his psychic abilities from becoming too redundant.

"Mmmm," he purred as he lapped at the cockhead, the snake's lips parting to allow him to taste his own pre, a moan coming forth as it washed over his pallete, "I was right - you are delicious." As he spoke, Ivo reached to his chest and fiddled with something unseen - a pendant, with a fine gold chain and a small, emerald gemstone. It was a small thing, barely visible in his fluffy fur, even more so between his pectorals, now that they'd grown even bigger. "Good enough for the entry fee, I think."

Within the Espeon's powerful mind, a low moan was picked up from within the gem, and as he held it up to the light, he could even see a small shadow within it. A shadow of a bear pumping iron, muscles flaring as he was lavished with attention by equally shadowy figures. A glimpse into a paradise for those who gave to Ivo what he so desired. It was a paradise that was often filled, given the pokestud's desires - not that he kept people there long. He just liked to indulge in himself, not murder everyone. Before the day was out, the gym would have its bear back, as well as anyone else whom Ivo took an interest in - whether they'd be as big as they were when they were taken in, though, was up to the Espeon's whims upon release.

"Haaaa..." Rubbing at his gut, and leaving the torn spandex where it lay, Ivo hummed as he checked to see just where Thyge was in his break. He was happy to see the Guilmon had yet to finish it - in fact, the digimon brothers were still eating their lunch. The Espeon shook his head with a chuckle to this - Thyge was going to go nowhere if he stopped and ate every five minutes into a workout. Not that Ivo minded, though. He loved his men big.

Still, it meant that he didn't have much to do himself. Ivo let out a great sigh as he wandered over to some chairs set against the wall, crossing his arms and seating himself randomly in one of them. He heard a muffled shout as he sat down, blinking as someone's hands suddenly began to slap his ass.

"Mrpphhphmm!"

"Hm?" he replied, floating off his chair and turning his head to see who it was. "Sorry about that," he nonchalantly said, "I'll-"

"It's okay, I don't need excuses. Just be sure to see where you're going next time." the blue dragon in the seat interrupted, not even bothering to look up to see who had sat on him. In fact, the most annoyed he looked as towards his magazine, trying to finish up a sudoku puzzle. "Not everyone appreciates being made into a cushion."

Ivo was shocked to this attitude. He'd been surprised when the already occupied seat had fought back against his attempts to sit in it, but the fact that the other had even heard his words was beyond unusual. His presence was being masked by a wave that would make even the world's best camouflage artist blush in embarrassment, not the least because he could do anything he wanted to someone and they wouldn't notice him. Despite that, this person was able to detect him to such a high degree?!

The pokestud was so caught up in this initial surprise that he hadn't recognised the dragon - however, as soon as he caught sight of the dragon's long, elfish ears, and the sky blue hair that was braided around them, he knew who it was that he'd sat on. He grinned to this seemingly random coincidence of meeting the same man twice, while naked, in the same week, but didn't say anything - he didn't want the scaly to catch on, after all. That would ruin the fun.

"Sorry about that." he replied casually, floating himself a little bit higher up than before, holding back the snickers that came from his chest, adjusting his hips a bit. "I'll be more careful next time, Reign." Ivo waited just long enough for the name to sink into the dragon's head before he sat himself down again...albeit this time on Reign's head instead. The sit was timed perfectly - the blue reptile had just turned his head up to ask how the Espeon had known his name, only for those twin, fluffily furred ass cheeks came crashing down around his snout. Reign had barely any time to blush before he realized his snout was poking directly against Ivo's anus, the pucker firm against his nostrils.

The moment he meeped, however, Reign found the base of his ears touching upon the cheeks, which had previously only come up to his hairline, and a tight ring of muscle suddenly surrounding his snout. The drake's hands moved up to interfere - somehow - but before he could, the ass on his face shoved itself further down along his head, and something he couldn't see pressed his arms to his sides. Reign could only grunt and groan as he struggled in his seat, as his entire head was swallowed up by Ivo's ass, the Espeon's own weight keeping him from moving out and onto the floor.

Part of the difficulty came from Ivo's mind, his psychic abilities allowing him to easily pin Reign's limbs in the dragon's confusion. The other part came from the pokemon's musk, disabling the dragon's own mind through the pheromones Ivo let off, slowing Reign's reactions down considerably. It was a similar situation with the bear from before, although in this case Ivo needed to use far less effort and attention to get the desired results...even if it left his cocksnake rubbing between his pectorals.

"Hmm, so the astrological sign of two fish is Pisces..." he muttered in an amused voice as he flicked the magazine into his hands, although it was clear that the expression wasn't from the finished crossword he'd settled on. His eyes only glanced over the letters scribbled on the pages in pen, as he barely managed to ignore the sounds coming from his ass, filled by the squirming dragon. By this point, though, Reign's whimpers and grunts were being covered up by the sounds of his pants being shredded, so Ivo needn't have bothered.

Reign was so deep into the hungry ass - up to his wrists, by that point - that he didn't even notice that he was likewise becoming progressively less clothed. He was completely unaware that the remains of his jeans were mingling with the confetti his dress shirt had been turned into, trying to use a spell of some kind to free himself. Problem was, nothing he muttered (for he could only mutter inside the tight passageway) even managed to enter his own ears, which slowly became less and less of a concern to him, despite his best attempts to keep his mind clear. This wasn't the problem, though - the real issue was the fact that his mind was becoming completely devoid of any thought at all. He found it became a less pressing issue the longer it went on...

"Mmmm, and, a...ooohhh, yes, Reign, right there~" Ivo groaned as his squirming, scaled seat cushion pressed against the Espeon's prostate, dropping the magazine entirely in favor of rubbing at his snake-shaft. The endowment throbbed, squirming in his arms as he slowly descended, dribbling pre down his built chest and matting down his fur. It hissed, ready to erupt with seed...but, before Ivo could, he managed to seat himself onto the chair, and groaned as cool metal and leather touched his cheeks.

The Espeon was actually a little relieved by this, the unpleasant sensation distracting him from his pleasure, allowing him to focus enough to finish taking in the blue dragon's legs and feet. He peevishly reached down and tickled at the toes before they vanished into himself, shuddering happily to the squirms he got from the vanishing Reign.

"Haa...haaa...that, was good..." the pokemon purred to himself, as his belly slowly grew outwards, rubbing it gently as another was added to his pendant. "Close, though...nearly lost my gift to Thyge..." The rumble his belly gave made Ivo groan again, spreading his legs as his meal was quickly digested, the dragon's body redistributing itself evenly about his form. There was a few surprises involved in this, however.

For one, Ivo's fur developed a few blue streaks, running down the back of his head, his ears, and his thighs. Nothing too serious, honestly - it even looked a little dashing in his opinion, especially as the rest of his body bulked up slightly from the nutrients and proteins Reign supplied.

The sensory overload he got from it as well, however, was far from anything he could have expected. The male considered himself lucky to have already been sitting down, otherwise he'd have collapsed to the floor as something else bombarded his senses. The Espeon clutched at his head as the world spun around him, groaning as he tried hard to center himself, to find his body's center, to...do something that he wasn't sure he hadn't known about before.

Realizing he was going off Reign's absorbed knowledge, and that he'd have time for studying it later, Ivo just went along with it and rode out the ride. Slowly, the room settled down, and the pokemon didn't feel too wary of taking a few steps with his feet. He decided to float, all the same.

Deciding to test his newfound knowledge, much of it filled with odd concepts, Ivo glanced back to Thyge, checking to see how the Guilmon's lunch was going. To his surprise, the meal had not only finished, but Thyge was back at work pumping iron, Lance encouraging him the entire way. A quick glance to the clock told Ivo he'd been busy with Reign and his graces for little over a quarter of an hour.

"Mmm, best make up for lost time..." he grimaced to himself, quickly floating up behind Lance, briefly admiring the Blackgrowlmon's form.

The first thing Ivo tried was a quick little spiral motion along the dragon's back, his tongue slipping out of his mouth as he concentrated. With a light pop, Lance's muscle shirt completely disappeared from his chest. A neat little parlor trick, Ivo had to admit, but he had quicker and easier ways of doing it, most of them involving the wearer thinking they took it off to begin with.

With a quick flash in Lance's mind, making him forget about the shirt (and pants, which Ivo also "practiced" on with the earlier trick), the Espeon began to move onto his next power...which promptly got ignored as his belly grumbled. Ivo chuckled as he rubbed over his abs, looking apologetically to Lance.

"Hmm, sorry Lance, but the tank has to be filled up." He smiled as he slowly lifted the Blackgrowlmon into the air, removing Lance's jockstrap in the process. "Don't worry, though, I'll give your butt a boost for it." Opening his mouth wide, Ivo happily Hslipped his lips about Lance's feet, slurping his way up to the dragon's ankles easily. He couldn't help but chuckle as Lance squirmed and laughed from the swallows, patting the dragon's already round bubble butt happily as it advanced towards his lips.

"G-G-G-Good work, Thy-Thyge..." Lance giggled as he tried to continue to spot for the Guilmon, although his new stance in the air made it hard for him to hold the properly, much less with the throat wrapping around his legs and feet. He was cut off as Ivo's mouth wrapped up over his snout, and his arms were swallowed down as well. The Espeon was left purring as his meal settled in his belly, rubbing at it as yet another mind was added to his gem. He wasn't sure how many had joined in by that point, but it was more than a few.

"Mmm, good work indeed~" Ivo agreed as he licked his lips, slowly floating around to watch Thyge lift alone, while his meal slowly digested. The sensations were unusually pleasant this time around, too, an effect that Ivo attributed to Reign's own additions. His body tingled as his abs slowly stacked atop of one another, his legs and arms becoming further defined than before. He purred as he felt his cocksnake slowly plumpen from Lance's own happy girth, and his bubblebutt grew even larger than before. Ivo even got a bit of extra hair on his head - not enough to be styled into a ponytail, but still stylish.

Thyge panted as his arms began to grow tired, before he felt the bar being lifted for him and settling back onto its perch.

"Meep?" His question would go unanswered, however, when he felt himself sliding along the bench, his ass falling off the edge before he was let go. "Wha-What's going-"

"Hey there, Thyge." Ivo purred, his hands holding the Guilmon's hips up, a light popping being heard as Thyge's shorts vanished from his form. Thyge hardly noticed, grinning up to his master.

"Oh, hey Ivo-sama." he happily said, still holding to the bench. "Did you come here to watch me get stronger?" His legs wrapped cutely around Ivo's large waist, which he realized was larger than he last remembered. "Have you been working out too?"

Ivo smirked. "Hmmm...something like that. Like it?" He'd flex his muscles for his captive pet, the bulging action moving from his arms to his chest, even making his pectorals pump separately. Thyge would giggle to the spectacle, and nod rapidly.

"I like the blue." Thyge added as his eyes trailed up and around the shock of blue against violet. He'd give another set of giggles and squirms as his master massaged his hips, closing his eyes to the subtle pleasure. "Mmm, it looks good, with your purple..."

"Thanks, but it's only a temporary addition." The Espeon shifted his blue bangs with but a thought, his tail tips flicking slightly in indignation to the color - the first thing he'd do as soon as he got home would be to get that part of Reign out of his system. The powers, though, he'd keep - they were most interesting.

Thyge groaned as he felt something shift down and around his underside, massaging the small of his back, at the base of his tail. It felt warm and soft, slightly firm...almost familiar, actually. Made him feel...ooohhh, hot~

His master didn't miss the moan that was released from this. "How're you feeling, Thygy?" he purred, leaning down to nuzzle at that red jaw, a knowing smile on his face. He was the one who'd programmed that response into Thyge, after all. He grinned to the squeak of glee he got in return. "Oooh, I see. Well, let me help you with that, and we'll see if we can make you feel better..."

Pulling his hips back, Ivo directed his shaft between his pet's voluminous ass cheeks, the serpentine endowment coiling back on itself despite its relative hardness. The moment that its head touched upon the Guilmon's plush anus, Ivo slowly began to push his way in. He sighed happily as he felt the entrance give a modicum of resistance, before it fell to training and allowed the thick piece in, and in deep.

"Ooohhh, I-Ivo-sama~" Thyge gasped, happily squirming even as his strength slowly failed to the pleasure running up his backside. He didn't even seem to notice when the weighted bar in his hands slowly touched down upon his chest. "I, but I'm...oohhh~"

Ivo couldn't help but snicker to how easily his pet fell to a bit of bliss, his cock throbbing as he slowly pulled back, and pushed in a little bit deeper than before. Out, and in, back and forth, the Espeon's muscles shifted subtly under his skin as his thick shaft pulsed and pressed against his pet's special pleasure button. Not that Ivo himself wasn't getting a butt-load of pleasure from doing this himself, either - part of what drew Ivo to his lovely Guilmon was just how tight he remained up his backside, no matter how hard or long he was fucked.

And fuck Ivo did, his pace swiftly picking up in speed, as his need began to well up inside of himself. Ivo never really held back when he felt the need for a good time, and having four testicles made sure he could always count on his libido to spike when he wanted it to. In fact, with all the men he'd already taken into himself, and Thyge's own mind giving off enough pleasure that Ivo could sense it without trying, it seemed like it was the perfect time for one.

The groan that Ivo released, as his balls suddenly throbbed in bliss, echoed throughout the gym in tandem with Thyge's own, which went ignored again by the others in the room. With his improved psy-field up and running, Ivo had no worries that he could do anything he wanted with Thyge, and not get any complaints, even for taking up the bench. Hell, he could probably get away with fucking everyone in the gym, only to remain a stranger to them afterwards. He'd see how he felt after his pet was good and tuckered out.

Gripping Thyge's ass tighter, Ivo grunted and slammed his hips against the Guilmon's backside, a stray thought-turned-force keeping the barbell from lying against the digimon's chest. He didn't want to have his pet be crushed by his handrail, after all..

The pokestud's thrusts were so strong and loud that they echoed throughout the gym, Thyge's continued moans overpowering the soft music playing throughout the room. His master found it to be a much better tune anyhow. The musk that the two of them were giving off was even starting to reach the other side of the room, too, Ivo's psychic presence dulling how people reacted to it, or even recognised it.

What with all the pressing his prostate was having, Thyge's own cock had advanced from merely being hard to rivalling an iron spike in its own right, twelve solid inches of cock throbbing against the digimon's round belly. Pre was already starting to pearl up from the head, ready to turn into a quick dribble, almost as though he could try and outdo Ivo's own impressive output. It was a hopeless dream, though, given how much was already being pooled inside of himself from his master's very active endowment.

"Iv-vo, samaaaa~..." Thyge said airily, gripping the metal bar tightly in his hands as some form of stability, spreading his legs wide for those powerful hips to get at him. The pleasure he was feeling was rampant, even as his belly bulged slightly from the amount of cock and pre that was being pumped into himself. Nothing but bliss was entering his mind from the act - nothing but pure, unadulterated, mind numbing bliss~

Ivo purred to the way his pet was acting. It was just his kind of mix of sluttiness and cuteness, something that only improved with every session they had. Hard to believe that someone who was like this could be so adorable afterwards. It made Thyge even more fuckable than he already was, and that was saying something.

Unable to hold back, the feline grit his teeth together and let himself loose completely and totally, each hip-to-ass spank causing Thyge to slide over the black leather bench with another long moan. Such was the pokestud's speed that the Guilmon's moans were even interrupted part-way merely for another to start up, creating an oddly arousing stutter in the air. The pleasure was building in both their forms to an almost palpable height, Ivo's increased psychic sense causing it to even bleed over into some of the surrounding area.

However, even with Ivo's increased mental fortitude, their fun had to come to an end. With a loud groan, and a psychic tug on his poor pet's balls, Ivo came and came hard into Thyge's backside, his four massive testicles rising a bit in his sack just to fulfill the demand for his supply. Thyge's belly immediately began to round out as cum was pumped into him, rising up and out, pushing along the underside of his cock. With the bear, among others Ivo had taken into his sack that day, the Espeon had plenty of seed for his pet to take in.

Despite all this, however, even with the unearthly sensation of being filled with hot, thick cream, of having such a divine rod stuck up his backside, and of his own hot belly massaging his cock, Thyge had just one problem. His master wasn't letting him cum! Not even when the Espeon's cock stopped shooting was Thyge able to blow his load; it was only when Ivo leaned over him and began to suck the Guilmon's thick, red endowment that release was given.

"Ooohh, oooohhh!" Thyge went as he felt his plump sack slowly empty, and his shaft spurt heftily into his master's maw, although he may as well have been being pleased by a vaccuum cleaner. Not a single drop slipped from between Ivo's lips, only the gulps from the mouthfuls Thyge gave. That too slowly stopped, leaving the pair lying together, one cock in the other

"Ah, that tasted wonderful great..." the Espeon purred as he pulled his mouth free of his pet's joystick, gently fingering it as he floated back away. "I'm going to have to have Kore plumpen those fruits of yours Thyge."

The Guilmon, winded by the bliss that flashed through his mind, was unable to reply to his master, not even noticing as his shirt seemed to pop right off his body into the aether. Ivo yawned as he surveyed his work, chuckling to the way that his white cream was dribbling out of Thyge's backside.

"Well, it seems that you're making a mess Thygy. I think it's time that we had you take a nice, long nap..." Ivo said, as his eyes began to glow gently, his snakecock licking its lips as it slowly dipped down to the digimon's feet. The post orgasmic-sensitivity hadn't left it at that point, so even the touch of a single toe sent Ivo into pleasured shivers.

Thyge, still mind blown from the sheer amount of bliss his master was wont to give, hardly seemed to care that his right foot was being licked upon by a thin, pronged tongue. He didn't care any more than before when one toe, then two, and then more, were slowly swallowed up by an insistent, stretchy mouth. In fact, the biggest response he gave was a light giggle, as his toes squirmed in the sticky, warm, gooey remains of his master's climax.

While some might have been worried about this kind of response, Thyge had had this happen to him many many times beforehand. Even if he couldn't remember every instance, it was still enough that it was instinctively calming whenever it happened to him. This was probably why, even when the afterglow from the encounter started to wear off, he didn't offer any modicum of resistance to his left foot being admitted into the cocksnake's mouth along with his right. He also didn't seem to mind his tail being lifted and shoved in along with them by a ghostly hand.

Of course, Ivo's mind was at work, soothing his pet, gently reassuring him that he was a good little Guilmon, that he didn't need to do anything other than lie back and enjoy himself. This continued on as the phallic serpent slurped up and over his belly, chest, and head, the barbel being hefted away by Ivo's mind and set back where it belonged. Nobody would see it floating by itself any more than they'd see the buck naked Espeon and all his newfound bulk.

Sighing happily as Thyge settled nicely in his balls, the Espeon casually set himself down on the bench and remembered all the other public outings he'd taken Thyge, and returned him to his comfy above. It wasn't that often he did it, but when he did, nobody was complaining, and far be it for this instance to be different.

The pokestud purred as he licked at his lips, and pulled his pendant up to his eyes, Thyge's mind and soul settling into the gem as his body turned to seed, and new mass for his master. Ivo cooed as his thighs and ass grew quite a bit bigger than before, although he was rather impressed with all the antics his bodybuilders and 'guests' had gotten into. Lance alone was leading an impressive orgy of shadowy attendants, and had even managed to get Reign in on the act. Somehow, he knew that Kore would be filming it for him to review, and sell, later on, furthering Lance's own career. It took only a moment for Thyge to join in with them.

Stretching as his body settled down, and his muscles had developed an even further tone, Ivo's mind began to wander, before a quick impulse came to him. His balls were already refilling with his latest meal, but he could always do with another snack, and that steam room the gym boasted was rather tantalizingly set up...

"Hold on, boys...we've got a few more 'invites' to add to your party..." he purred to his pendant, before casually standing, and flying into the nearest steamroom. Suffice to say, nobody was surprised, or disappointed, to what he found...

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Thyge, Lance, Reign, and the bear belong to Taiko Akito

Ivo belongs to Lee46

Guilmon and Blackgrowlmon belong to Bandai/Digimon

Espeon belongs to Pokemon