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Chuck loved the gym. Not everyone there, though.

He was there pretty much five days a week, at a minimum. Pretty much every piece of equipment there had been used by him at one point or another. He was definitely a workout nut, but he struck a good balance, his physique was fantastic and his cardio was superlative. There was no denying by anyone that he did a good job there, even if he did seem a bit obsessive about it. And for the most part, he was relatively easygoing about it…for the most part.

The biggest issue Chuck had was people doing things that would make using the machines harder for him. You didn’t wipe down, you got harangued. You didn’t use the machine right, you got a lecture. You didn’t reset the machines to a good position, you got yelled at. You left things at the machines trying to ‘reserve’ them, and your stuff would be scattered all over the floor when you got back. It was the main thing that people didn’t like about him - not as bad as some people could be, but still irksome. But Chuck wasn’t talked to and wasn’t stopped - he paid premium membership dues and the administration wasn’t going to risk that over what was a relatively minor thing.

Chuck had entered that day already ready to go - he pretty much lived in workout clothes, virtually never bothered changing unless the weather forced him to go heavier - and it rarely did, he lived in the warm climes, it was pretty much always warm enough even when it was raining. He was ready to get in and get going…until he saw who else was there. The gym was relatively empty, except for a couple of people - one of whom was his least favorite people at the gym.

Kakai.

The Lucario saw him, and narrowed his own eyes at Chuck, reaffirming their mutual enmity. Kakai was a fairly large Lucario, around five and a half feet tall, but that still put him far below Chuck’s 6 and a half, and while Fighting-types were always powerhouses, Kakai didn’t really look much more built than your average Lucario. No one would bet on him losing a fight against Chuck, of course - not even Chuck would, he wasn’t fool enough to think a Fighting/Steel type was remotely within his ability. He wasn’t really one for fighting, anyway, and neither was Kakai, so there hadn’t been any real incidents between them…still, no one enjoyed the spats, and there were plenty of those. Chuck couldn’t stand Kakai, and he really wished the Lucario would just go away and never bother them again. Kakai was endlessly annoyed by getting sniped at by Chuck, and clearly wished the human would hightail it as well. And all this over one very simple issue:

Fur.

Kakai’s fur, obviously - Chuck was far from hairless, but his tended to not be an issue for anyone. Kakai’s was, though - it got all over the equipment pieces he used, and though Kakai claimed he always tried to wipe off what he could, he also said he wasn’t going to spend an hour on it every time he used one. Chuck thought he was blowing off his duty, maybe he couldn’t spend an hour on it but he could spend a couple of minutes, especially when the gym was empty. The lack of effort was what ground against Chuck more than anything, though just the fact that a furry creature was using all that equipment and putting the issue into existence in the first place wasn’t far behind.

In fairness, the gripe was not entirely meritless. Lucarios were part Steel-type, and their fur was coarse, stiff, and could very much be an irritant to rub against; on their bodies, they were able to moderate this somewhat, but once it came off them it was pretty much beyond that control. That wasn’t a response unique to Chuck, others didn’t enjoy the feeling either…but they didn’t whine about it, they brushed it off and continued on with their lives. Chuck wouldn’t let it go - to him, it was the Lucario’s job to take care of his troublesome fur. And Kakai claimed that he did, he always did a thorough wipe to dry things and then some more after that to get the fur away. To him, that was more than enough; to Chuck, it wasn’t.

And of course, he went right for the bench that Kakai had been using. And of course, he scowled down at it as he saw traces of blue fur. “Mutt! You didn’t clean up after yourself again!”

“Fuck you, Chuck,” Kakai growled back. “There are eight open benches, seven of which I haven’t used. And if you can’t handle brushing away a few hairs, go play at the kiddie gym across town.”

“Maybe if you cared more about other people, you’d do a better job!” fired back Chuck. He knew full well that he didn’t HAVE to use that bench, and he probably wouldn’t - it was the principle of the thing here, Kakai needed to be more diligent. “That scratchy fur of yours is a menace! They shouldn’t even allow you here!”

“I pay my dues just like you do,” riposted the Lucario stiffly. “Even though I don’t technically have to, I still do. And just because I can’t eyeball every strand of fur that comes off of me doesn’t mean I’m not doing a damn thing. You SEE me wiping shit down, Chuck, I know you do, because you come after me the moment I do.”

“Because you never do a good enough job!” yelled the human; the other patrons, both human, were looking that way a bit nervously, but neither one was about to get involved. “Get a fucking fur-net if you can’t control it!”

“I’m not working out in a fur-net! What, do you want me to go through with a tweezers and pluck out every little hair that gets on there? You think that anyone wants to wait for that?”

“You probably wouldn’t have to if you’d do a better job cleaning off in the first place!”

“You’re the only one who gives a fuck, Chuck. Get over yourself.” Kakai stormed off to the other side of the gym; Chuck watched him retreat, tempted to follow and stay on his case about it, but he decided against it - it wasn’t worth wasting all his workout time over. He took the next bench over from where Kakai had been, finding it refreshingly fur free, and soon enough had it set up to start pumping iron. His ire was abating somewhat as he threw himself into the exercise - when there wasn’t any annoying fur to take him out of it, that was the best way to calm him down and distract him from whatever bothered him. Even Kakai couldn’t take that away from him.

———

A couple hours later found Chuck in the showers, having just cleaned himself off. His clothes were hanging over a bar, drip-drying from the soaking he’d given them to clean them off from the exercise; the towel was over his shoulders as he strolled around a bit, stretching and unconcerned about his nudity - no one around to care anyway, and even if there was, he wasn’t shy about anything. They wouldn’t get fully dry before he put them back on, but the coolness could be useful as he jogged home. Some might have questioned why he didn’t bring a separate set…for Chuck, it just felt unnecessary, what did a little wetness matter?

His mind was still a bit on Kakai, though in a calmer way. He really did think the Lucario needed a bit more pressure to change his ways, but he wasn’t sure where he was going to find it…he’d talked to the owners already, but they weren’t inclined to much - Chuck was the only one who really took major issue with it, everyone else just took it in stride. And Kakai didn’t have a trainer, he was an Urban Pokémon, living a closer-to-human lifestyle and thus not having a ‘master’, something that irked Chuck a bit as Pokémon were supposed to be reined in by humans in his opinion. It didn’t seem to be sticking to others, though - Urban Pokémon were starting to get more and more common, a trend Chuck wasn’t fond of but couldn’t do anything about. He figured he would just have to find a way to drive it home to the Lucario that he wasn’t doing the right thing, and get him to be an obedient dog for once.

He was just about to go to his clothes on when he spotted something on one of the benches. Some kind of armband…as he got closer, he saw an unusual crystal set in it, topaz-ish in color. Chuck had seen this before…it took him a moment to remember, but it was another Pokémon at the gym, a Machamp by the name of Larric (much less of a problem, they were furless), who was using it and claiming it was part of the secret to improving his strength. He didn’t know much more about it, but if Fighting-types swore by it, it had to be good - they rarely wasted any time with anything worthless. Chuck mulled that for a moment, wondering if added strength could help him…could he get strong enough to challenge Kakai? Maybe, maybe not, but wasn’t it worth trying? He loved feeling powerful, wouldn’t he love feeling more powerful even more?

Chuck shook his head - that was getting ahead of himself, he didn’t even know if they had any effect on humans. In fact he wasn’t sure what effect it had period, he hadn’t heard anything about HOW it worked. If he tried it on, would he feel anything? He didn’t have to do anything with it, just see if he could notice some kind of impact…what was the harm in that? Shrugging, he tried to fold the band around his bicep, a bit of an awkward thing to try to pull off with one hand - maybe he should have chosen a different spot, but that was where he’d seen the Machamp put it. Well, it was probably easier when you had extra hands…

After a bit of finagling, he got the button to snap in, closing around his arm. And almost immediately he seized up - before he even had a chance to wonder how to activate it, he felt a flaring heat in his arm, which rapidly spread through his whole body, before he could process what was going on. He convulsed suddenly, his body spasming and tightening, refusing to allow him to move as he tumbled onto the floor. His voice caught in his throat, denying him the ability to yell or scream as he felt a painful tension throughout his entire being. It felt like everything was being pulled in the direction of the armband, specifically towards the crystal, which he could see brightening up a bit out of the corner of his vision, but he couldn’t turn his head to look at it. Even trying to move his hand to undo the armband was meeting with failure, it was jerk and stutter a bit but his arm simply wouldn’t move.

And then it got worse…because although he couldn’t really see anything, he could FEEL it. And what he was feeling was sending him into a panic - he was SHRINKING. He could literally feel the muscle definition being sapped from his body, the physique he had spent so long cultivating being leeched from him by that insidious band. Far from making him stronger, this thing was making him WEAKER! What the hell kind of tool was this, how was it supposed to help anyone? But there was a more frightening question…would it stop? Because It wasn’t long before Chuck felt like he didn’t have much muscle left to drain from himself, his body had gone from that masterwork of muscle to a scrawny little stick of a bitch in what felt like a matter of seconds.

But it wasn’t stopping there…the fire in his body intensified as he felt the pull start to work on him differently. Now his was actually outright shrinking down, has body slowly getting smaller and smaller. Panic seized Chuck on a deeper level, he tried frantically to get his body to obey, but nothing was happening, he couldn’t move even as much as before - and that band was still working on him, and he had no idea if it would stop - and if it didn’t, it might just be the end of him!

———

Kakai was feeling better as he walked into the locker rooms. Chuck always had a way of riling him up, but focusing on his workout and ignoring the human tended to do the trick. It was annoying, Chuck always getting on his case about his fur - as if he was supposed to have a magic solution for it. It wasn’t like he didn’t TRY, but fur was clingy! Every time he wiped down, there were going to be stray strands, and he couldn’t get every single one off without going through and picking them off one by one - and no one wanted to wait for that. It wasn’t even that bad, he knew his fur could be irritating but that was usually if it got on bare skin, and most people in the gym wore at least some clothing while working out - and the Pokémon, who didn’t, never complained.

Really, the biggest issue was that Chuck whined, but never offered any solution. Like, if there was a better way to clear his fur out, Kakai would have tried it out, at least. But Chuck just seemed interested in complaining about him…he was pretty sure Chuck wanted him to leave entirely, rather than wanting to try to find an actual solution. He didn’t seem fond of independent Pokémon, and the campaign of harassment seemed largely to intend to demean him and get him to feel guilty. Goodness knew that if Chuck was waiting for a piece of equipment, he would get just as testy if Kakai tried to be thorough - there was no winning with him. But Kakai knew his rights - he had just as much right to be there as Chuck did, and as long as he was making a good-faith effort to prevent his fur from being an issue, they weren’t going to boot him out.

But he didn’t have to worry about that now, he was just going to get a light spritz over him and then leave. Kakai wasn’t one for public showers, neither for the risk of wet-dog smell nor the issue of people taking a Lucario as a walking invitation. Sure, he could fight off any one that came after him, but he really didn’t want to get the gym in that kind of trouble. He’d shower more thoroughly at his own home, and even then it would be a special one that was tailored to his type, cleaning him off and freshening him up without leaving him wet and irritated for hours. He was looking forward to that as he walked in…but once he saw the figure on the ground, all that went out the window.

Kakai’s eyes shot open wide at the sight of it. A human on the floor, far too small for normal and looking like he’d never worked out a day in his life. It was a bizarre sight, but it didn’t take long for the Lucario to see the armband - and his stomach plunged. That was the armband that, Larric, their most frequent Machamp customer used - he must have accidentally left it in there, and the human must have put it on. And that was VERY bad news!

He rushed over, dropping next to the human, not even registering who it was in the frenzy. The human’s body was locked up from the effects, it took a monumental effort for even his muscles to move that arm and expose the button on the band. He clenched his teeth - this was going to be very unpleasant for the human, there was no doubt about that, but if he didn’t act the human wouldn’t be around to care anymore. He grabbed at the button and yanked hard, unclicking it and breaking the circuit. The band fell off, snapping back to its normal size in an instant, the crystal dislodged from the human’s arm and the effect ending…but not reversing. Kakai let out a sigh, this was going to be a big problem, but at least there was a chance to fix it…only then did he register who the human was. “…Chuck?”

———

Chuck had thought he was done for. It was an ignominious way to go, some strange armband making him shrink into nothing…they wouldn’t even know he was gone, unless there was a point where the shrinkage just stopped because he was dead. There was nothing for it except to wait for the end…

Until Kakai saved him. For a given definition of saved.

The moment the armband was popped off him, the sucking and pulling sensation stopped, and the lock on his body was removed. Not that he did right away…he lay on the ground, panting, still feeling not great, to put it lightly. His body ached all over, he felt immeasurably weak, and he was dramatically smaller than he should have been…it was hard to estimate, but he would’ve been shocked if he was half the height he had been when he’d walked in that evening. And that wasn’t even considering his withered breadth…he was so much skinnier, it was like every lick of muscle had been stripped from him, beyond the absolute minimum necessary for him to even move around.

“Chuck?” The voice made him start a bit, and wearily Chuck sat up, looking over at Kakai…and UP at him. Even from a kneeling position, the Lucario looked massive to him now. “Are you all right?”

“All right? Do I LOOK all right?” Chuck hated how his voice sounded - high-pitched and waveringly weak. “What the fuck happened to me? What was that stupid thing?”

Kakai sighed a bit - this was Chuck all right. “Take it easy. You’re not in good shape right now, and it’s going to be hard to get you back into good shape…”

“Wh-what do you mean? Can’t…can’t you undo whatever that thing did? It’s a Fighting-type Pokémon thing!”

“I can’t believe you actually put that on without knowing more than that…” Kakai leaned back and sighed again - he really didn’t want to be the one talking to his least-favorite person about this, but there wasn’t really a lot of choice. “Yeah, I know what this is…it’s a Drain Band. It’s used to help muscle building…it basically draws in your essence, draining muscle power from you. There’s generally an upper limit of empowerment, where you’re not going to be able to get much better…using a Drain Band brings you below that limit, so that your workout can be more productive, and at the end you can reclaim the essence and put yourself over the limit. It can’t make you much stronger, but it can make you more resilient, resistant to power-dropping moves, and stuff like that.”

“H-how…how is that even possible?”

“I didn’t make it, I don’t really know all about how it works. What I DO know is that it’s something that needs to be used carefully. Those who use it are supposed to be actively fighting the drain at the same time, so that it doesn’t get out of control. They use it while working out, letting the essence be sapped, and then draw it back in when they’re done…the drain effect tapers off over time, so you can reclaim what you lost. It’s something humans can use, too…but they have to be designed for them, with a MUCH smaller and weaker crystal. This one was designed for a Machamp, it has a HUGE drain effect because there’s so much energy in Machamps…when you put it on, it drained you with that same vigor, but you have so much less essence…well, it started working on you in other ways. What were you thinking, putting that on?”

“I just wanted to see if I could make it fit and figure out what it did!” protested Chuck. “I didn’t think it’d start doing shit the moment it was on me!”

“…You didn’t think about, Iunno, ASKING someone?”

“Th-that’s not important! Make it give it back! The crystal can give back the stuff! Make it do that!”

Kakai shook his head. “It’s not that simple. Taking it off of you broke the connection between you and the crystal. It can’t drain you anymore, but you can’t just touch it and pull it back. And the crystal won’t just let you take it back if I put it back on, it’ll just start draining you more-”

“WHAT?!” Chuck didn’t have much energy, but a lot of it was put into that yell. “You can’t tell me I’m stuck like this for good! You’re lying! You’re just trying to get back at me for telling you off about your fur! How dare you be so petty and-” Kakai’s growl suddenly shut Chuck up - and he became VERY starkly aware of just how outclassed he was now. Suddenly being aggressive towards him felt like a bad idea.

“Excuse me? Did you already forget that if I hadn’t shown up, they’d’ve found you tomorrow morning as a shrunken, desiccated CORPSE on the floor? You were the idiot who put on something he didn’t understand, you think bitching at ME is going to fix things? Is a little gratitude too much to ask for?” Dead silence greeted that, and Kakai let out a frustrated huff. “Of course it is. Can’t even let go of your shit after all this. I don’t have to put up with this. Go talk to Larric if you want to figure out what to do about it, though I doubt he has any fucking clue.” The Lucario stood up, heading towards the showers…he got only two steps before he heard a voice behind him.

“W-wait…” Chuck sounded as feeble and pitiful as he ever had in his life - and it was a reflection of how he felt. Only now was the desperation of his situation sinking in - he was trapped this way, at least for the time being, and there was no way he could even get out of the gym without someone’s help at this point. He felt so weak that even standing felt like it was taxing on him, even though he was doing it. Kakai had truly saved him, and he was the one being petty…and even more so, he needed the Lucario’s help now, he might be the only one who could deal with him, Lucarios had different powers than most and he doubted Larric would be able to do anything for him. “I’m sorry…I’m sorry I yelled at you, I’m sorry I…accused you of anything. You’re right…you saved me, I…I shouldn’t have been so snippy at you, it wasn’t your fault, it was mine. Please…I need your help.”

Kakai stayed in place for a moment, mulling whether he should accept Chuck’s apology or not. He didn’t HAVE to do anything for the human, who got himself into his own trouble…then again, even if it was Chuck, he wasn’t sure his conscience would have allowed him to turn his back on him entirely. Maybe he could reform the human a bit by helping him…at least get him indebted to him in a lasting way to hopefully get him off his back. Still, it was going to ask an awful of him, too…this wasn’t an easy task he was calling for. He turned and looked down at Chuck. “…All right, you’ve salvaged yourself just enough to get me to hear you out. But I’m still going to need some incentive to actually help you. You haven’t exactly been fantastic to me, and now you’re asking me for a pretty hefty favor. Not just trying to fix you, but babysitting you until I can, because I doubt you can do much around your place on your own like that.”

Chuck dropped his head. He couldn’t deny that…Kakai was pretty much telling him what he already knew there. And there was nothing he could do about that, he needed the Lucario, needed to make him want to help him…which meant he had to give Kakai a reason to like him, to want him around, to accept the task of doing something for him. And at his size, there was precious little he could actually do for Kakai in return…precious little, that was, except for one thing. One thing that made his face flush, at the thought of even considering it…but it was this or nothing. “I…I’ll…” he swallowed, the words didn’t want to come out but he made them. “I’ll…be your pet.”

Kakai raised an eyebrow - THAT wasn’t what he was expecting. “Really, now? You’re willing to do that?”

“Yes…I…I don’t think there’s much else I could do…probably not much else you’d really…WANT from me…and…well…even if it’s…embarrassing…it’s worth it for my life back.”

Quite the turnaround from the way Chuck had been before…which was only telling Kakai how serious he must have been about it. And he had a point, in Chuck’s current state he wasn’t fit to do much of anything - his body was weak, his size was wildly inconvenient for any other type of physical performance, and Kakai didn’t need anything else for himself, certainly not anything that the human could provide. Servicing him with his body, that was something the human could definitely do even like this, and it WOULD be pretty fun…a lot better having Chuck grind against him than grate against him. But there was still one issue… “You might say that, but are you willing to prove it?”

Chuck swallowed again. “Prove it? Wh-what do you mean?”

“What do you think?” Kakai replied with a smirk. “You’re going to have to show me that you can DO what you say you’re going to do. Show me you can handle being my pet…” He rubbed at his groin, rolling his gonads in his paw and making the human redden further. “It’s one thing to say it, another to act. Show me your determination, and I’ll put my all in for you…as long as while I’m doing it, I can put my all INTO you.”

Of course, Chuck realized, it would make all the sense in the world that he’d have to put out before Kakai would commit to it. He had to show that his pride wouldn’t be an impediment…well, he didn’t have much pride left, it was all sucked into that crystal along with everything else he had. Surely he could do what he had to do for Kakai to get that back…he slowly stepped forward, his head pretty much level with the Lucario’s crotch, watching that red dick push out slowly from its sheath. It looked far too big for him, but he knew that wasn’t going to be the case, he had to not think about that…the bigger issue was the heavy scent around him, slightly metallic and deeply musky. The scent of a Lucario that had been working out quite a bit and hadn’t showered yet…Chuck shivered a bit, he was reacting to it already, it was like his body was somehow primed for it.

“Let’s start by making sure you aren’t going to be shy about getting up close and personal,” stated Kakai as he pointed the tip of his cock towards Chuck’s face. The human retreated a bit, trying to keep from being overwhelmed - that musky scent was VERY strong, and his body was rising to it, arousal picking up distinctly. He leaned into the tip of that red rocket and started to lick, wincing a bit at the potency of the taste - slightly metallic, very meaty, mildly salty, and tainted with the oppressive scent of the Lucario’s masculinity. And it was HUGE, compared to how he was now…he didn’t relish the thought of deep-throating that beast, though he wasn’t sure he was going to be able to escape that fate forever.

He rubbed at Kakai’s tool as he started to lick and suck more, slowly getting used to the scent and taste - it wasn’t fading into the background but it was getting to have less of a kick to it. Progress, at least…and the shivers of arousal were telling him that at least some part of him was enjoying this. And Chuck’s own cock was showing the same…or trying to, at least, but its pitiful size was making it hardly noticeable. If his cock was more than an inch long, he would’ve been shocked, and his balls were tiny and shriveled…the drain had done serious damage to his pride down there. And the worst part was, it probably could’ve been worse…maybe he was lucky to have ANYTHING, there were stories about people who got changed even more drastically down there. In a way, though, the pathetic size was helping a bit - he clearly didn’t have anything to be proud of, so maybe that would make it easier to let his pride go totally dormant and service Kakai without reservation. And hopefully he’d get that back too…

He redoubled his efforts, pushing some of that cock in his mouth and trying to lick and slurp over it that way, his jaw stretching to accommodate the Lucario’s tool. It was mostly guesswork on Chuck’s part, he wasn’t gay and hadn’t even actually fooled around with any other guys before…those were fairly irrelevant details to Pokémon, though, and he heard plenty of stories about not-gay humans doing plenty of same-sex stuff with Pokémon. And he understood enough about the concepts that he wasn’t having any illusions about what was going to happen to him - and for the sake of undoing what had been done, this was hardly a bridge too far. Really, the main question was his physical capability of performing…the size difference was starting to get to be trouble, his throat didn’t feel comfortable stretching as much as it needed to to take Kakai in all the way.

Suddenly, Kakai’s dick twitched, and then heaved a heavy glob of precum straight into Chuck. The human’s eyes shot wide open as his throat was deluged forcefully in that sticky prespunk, and he jerked back and coughed some of it up, splattering it on the ground. A fair bit eventually got swallowed, just to clear out his airway, and he panted a bit trying to recover from that. Kakai snickered a bit as he watched Chuck compose himself. “So I’m taking this to mean you’re NOT experienced, then.”

“Rf…not with this…” Chuck let out one last cough and took a deep breath. “Only with women…”

“Tch. You humans miss out on half the fun by being so selective. But I suppose that’s not my problem. You’re going to need some practice before you can handle what I really have to offer here, but I think I’ll be able to work your other end just fine.” Chuck barely got a chance to prepare himself before he was lifted up bodily, and quite effortlessly, by Kakai, and brought over to one of the benches. He was laid down on his stomach to one of the ends of the bench, his arms wrapping around the bench a bit for purchase, but it was Kakai’s grip on him that was more stabilizing; that thick red tool was rubbing against his exposed rear, his legs hanging off of the sides of the bench helplessly. Chuck was just starting to realize just how easily Kakai could do anything he wanted to him…he was really going to have to keep him happy, because only the goodness of his heart would keep him from simply making Chuck his pet forever. Even as that pointed tip pressed against his pucker, he willed himself to let it happen, not fight what was being done to him, allowing Kakai to claim him as his pet…once he’d been thoroughly fucked, there would be no doubt that he’d be able to do what he needed to to get Kakai’s help.

As long as his ass could cash that check…because Kakai was awfully BIG…

But as tight as Chuck was, Kakai was incredibly powerful, and that tip pushed in, parting his pucker ruthlessly and mercilessly conquering Chuck’s insides. He kept pushing in more and more, making Chuck cry out tensely as he felt himself get opened up. Kakai was growling quite deeply, the tightness was something he rarely got to experience on this level, and it felt FANTASTIC…he kept going until his knot met the human’s ass, by which point Chuck felt immensely full, and looked a fair bit as well - his body was scrawny enough that the impression of Lucario cock was certainly visible and not just a trivial little bit. Those powerful paws kept Chuck completely steady and pinned on the bench, leaving him to just squirm a bit as he tried to adjust as best he could - though there wasn’t much adjustment to be done to that monster of a dick.

And Kakai wasn’t waiting for him, either. “I’ll start slow, pet, but don’t think I’m going to stay that way,” he warned as he began to pull out, keeping it at a gradual pace until he was about halfway out, and then pushing it a fair bit faster back to the near-hilt. That huge staff dragged against Chuck’s prostate, the only part of his masculine anatomy that didn’t seem to be shrunken to irrelevance, tinging his strained cry with a hint of bliss. It made him spasm down on that cock, though, making himself feel even more brutally stretched out, like he might break if he wasn’t careful. And that was just from the raw size…what was going to happen when Kakai REALLY began to thrust? A Fighting-type had plenty of power, he wasn’t going to be any gentle giant…Chuck tried not to think about that, even as he was starting to get tastes of it. Kakai was picking it up, rocking in and out faster, harder, taking longer strokes. The strain was palpable, but so was the pleasure, Chuck was starting to really feel that build up in him, easing the bite of that intense fuck.

Which was good news as far as Kakai was concerned - he wanted his bitch to ENJOY being used by him, not hate it. Hence the slow build-up, though he was casting that away more and more as the human started to show signs of adjustment, working out some of that pent-up frustration against Chuck in the most fun way possible. Better to get it out of the way early, if he was going to be helping Chuck get himself back…that wasn’t going to be a quick process, though, he was sure he’d have a good bit of time with the human in his service. And that was making him ever more excited.

Suddenly he started going to town on Chuck, dropping down over the human and plunging in at double-time, harder and faster than Chuck was ready for. The human’s cries intensified, but Kakai didn’t let up, he knew Chuck could take it, and this was just as much proving it to him. “Better get, hng, familiar with this, I won’t start to so gentle on you every time!” he snarled a bit as he pinned Chuck harder to keep him from sliding under the force of his thrusts, his knot smacking loudly against that tight hole. His chest spike was pressing against the human’s upper back, Kakai could feel it flex and compress a bit to keep Chuck safe, though no doubt he was feeling its poke…it was so rare that he had Chuck at an outright disadvantage, he was going to savor it any way he could.

It felt like about a hundred times too much to Chuck, and yet he wasn’t just handling it, it was starting to feel really good…maybe he was a bit delirious from the musky scent, which he had no escape from with that furry body enveloping him from above, or maybe his weakened body was just attuned to submission more than it ever had been, he didn’t know and it didn’t matter. His cries were getting more and more amorous, though never losing that tightness as his ass was ravaged by something far too big. The fur was stroking over his back, rubbing firmly against him, surprisingly soft considering what Chuck was used to. Probably a good thing because he was going to be feeling a LOT of it…though he was going to have to get used to the regular stuff, too, if he was going to be rooming with Kakai for a while…

Kakai’s cock was throbbing, his pounding was getting harder, heavier, faster…he was driving so hard into Chuck now, driving that knot against him and demanding entrance. And for all that Chuck’s body tried to keep him out, Kakai’s seemingly infinite power wasn’t going to be denied. He locked down his hold on Chuck and almost roared out as he slammed in one last time, forcing the human’s ass to gape open around that bulge and locking it in tight. Chuck’s eyes rolled back in his head as the stretching sensation went nuclear, his vision fuzzing over as he was forcefully shoved into a climax by one last rapping of his prostate, though he was barely able to loose a few drops of then fluid from his withered gonads; it was mostly the rush through his body, waves of pleasure that ran through him, making him squeeze and spasm on that fat tool inside him.

And then came Kakai’s orgasm.

Chuck was fiercely rocked back to reality by a violent pulse that rocked his body. Kakai was cumming, and he was cumming with FORCE, each jet spraying out of him with an intensity that Chuck was in no way ready for, and his overstretched body was the only target. He wailed out in overwrought bliss as he both endured and enjoyed the Lucario’s punishing pulses, his seed hot and thick and stretching him even more, each shot visibly distorting his midsection as they were unleashed into him. And there was nowhere for it to escape, nowhere for it to go but deeper inside, or making its own space as Chuck’s body surrendered to the raw power it was being subjected it. It wasn’t long before his stomach was somewhat rounded out by the mass of cock and cum it was being made to hold, Kakai loosening his grip enough to let the human swell out safely.

Eventually, Kakai pulled Chuck off of the bench entirely, holding him against his furry body as he rubbed the swollen gut of the human. “Heh, now THAT’S what proper size conquest feels like…humans feel far tighter than most Pokémon do, though. A bit much to handle, eh?”

“Guh…f-fuck…” Chuck’s breathing was somewhat labored, his whole body felt overly tight. “It’s…so much…”

“Yep, and you’ll be getting that over and over again. Don’t think it’s gonna be just once in a while, bitch, I usually go off at least three times a day. But all you need to do is be my cocksleeve when I feel those urges and I’ll make sure you get your essence back. I’ll make sure you know how to give good oral to a bigger mon, too, might come in handy someday. But for now, let’s get you cleaned up so I can introduce you to where you’ll be staying while we work on that.”

As Kakai walked them both to the showers, Chuck could do nothing except let himself be carried, still lodged on that thick cock. The washing might clean them off for now, but there was no doubt Kakai’s place was going to be much heavier with that musk…that manly musk that he realized his body might be craving because it yearned for what it had lost. Which probably meant he’d quickly be just as eager to serve the Lucario as the Lucario was to mold him into a proper bitch to him…well, maybe it was a good thing if he was into it, because it would be a while before he could get back what was his. And he had no idea how long that while would be…as the light spray of water cascaded over him, he resigned himself to having to get used to coarse fur. Better that than getting too used to his new position…