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For better or worse, when Mayor Aura was out of the office, Leorajh functioned in her stead. Aura did, in fact, have the utmost confidence in his abilities, and when it came to the art of negotiation, there was no one else she would have wanted in her stead. One had to acknowledge his positives, but they also had to acknowledge his big negative: Leorajh was a complete slut. Like the dish of M&Ms on the reception desk, he was something any visitor could have a piece of when they came by - two pieces if they asked nicely. Because Aura herself partook of him, she willfully looked the other way whenever he was fucked silly by her constituents.

On an otherwise unremarkable afternoon in the office, Leorajh spotted at the mayor's door a woman he had seen often in the past, but never when Aura was out. Yet undecided whether he wished to genuinely assist or only tease, Leorajh sashayed up behind the visitor and gently touched her shoulder.

Kara slightly twisted her body but swiveled her head around as far as it could go, and she gave the wide-hipped lion a once-over. The following act of turning around was done with such deliberate reserve that Leorajh's smile faltered.

It wasn't much of a stretch to assume that Kara could back up her deathly serious expressions and movements. She was a Pokemon, a Blaziken specifically, and that implied an innate love for martial arts. Fast, strong, and exhibiting a hint of pyromania under the right circumstances, Kara was not someone to tease. Leorajh, however, teased everybody. It was his prerogative as a feline whose androgyny made him genuinely confusing to newcomers.

"The mayor isn't in," he quietly said, flicking his tail with his fingers and thumbs steepled downward over his belly, making a diamond shape of them. He stuck out a paw demurely, slipping the other behind his back, and Kara mannishly shook it. "Leorajh," he politely introduced himself. "I'm authorized to speak in Mayor Aura's absence."

"Kara, Kara Saunders," the Blaziken said in what Leorajh recognized as a subtle southern American accent, one she plainly took pains to downplay. It behooved the secretary of a mayor to be able to place accents, although a southern accent was as recognizable as that of a Brooklynite right out of New Yawk. "Aura's late for her training."

"Training?" Leorajh snickered, showing his teeth in the unsavory laugh. "I believe she's off with her boyfriend, he's training her quite well."

The Pokemon rolled her eyes. "Shoulda known. Let her know I've been by, will you, Leo?"

"Mhm, of course," he said, and as the very tall Pokemon began to leave, he took stock of her toned ass in lycra shorts and long, bare legs. He surreptitiously licked one of his pronounced fangs, then said politely, "I wouldn't mind training with you, if you'll make time for me."

Kara paused mid-stride and very slowly turned her head to face the big cat again. She cracked a disbelieving smile. "You?"

Leorajh feigned offense, putting his fists on his hips. "Yes, me." A lash of his tail. "What's wrong with me?"

"Nothing, I guess," the bird chuckled, producing a business card from her hip pocket, slightly curved from being bent around her thigh for so long. "I got an opening tomorrow at five PM. No need to call. Don't waste my time."

"I wouldn't think of it, Ms. Saunders," Leorajh purred.

The next day and with five minutes to spare, Leorajh showed up at Kara's home. She lived in the suburbs which Leorajh didn't care for in the least, but her home was air-conditioned and the pool out back looked inviting. He didn't question the logic of a fire-based Pokemon owning a swimming pool with a slide and a diving board.

Kara took just one look at Leorajh and shook head head disapprovingly. _"Seriously? _I told you not to waste my time, boy."

Although he smiled, channeling his inner Cheshire Cat, Leorajh looked down at his attire and then up at the bird's smoldering eyes. "What?" he asked, blameless as you please, a tone easily affected for a cat.

The Blaziken couldn't quite put her finger on why Leorajh's outfit was silly until after he left several sweaty hours later: he looked like a mom dressed for yoga. That was it. The skintight nylon hugged his hips like a sheet of opaque Saran Wrap and a deep V-cut window was where the milfy cleavage would have gone. The only thing which outed Leorajh as an androgynous young man and not a boyish girl was the very small bump the head of his cock made over his balls, appearing like a clitoris in the tight one-piece.

"Wha-a-atever, then," said Kara, the verbal equivalent of an eyeroll. She led Leorajh down into the basement, and the feline was stricken by the completeness of the room. It was a professionally-done gym.

Gesturing with lazy waves and an intonation which implied she gave the spiel far too often to care anymore, Kara said, "The restroom is that-a-way, there's a shower you can freshen up with there, don't clog the drain or I'll kick your nuts up into your lungs. Mini-fridge there has Gatorade and bottled water, take your pick, it's gracias if you aren't a pig about it. No assumptions with any of the equipment. You aren't one-hundred percent fuckin' sure how something works, you don't get your sweet ass on it. You understand me?"

"Perfectly, Ms. Saunders."

"Let's start with something to just test you out, see what I'm stuck with," the Blaziken sourly said, not even acknowledging his reply. "Gonna have you try a bench press," she stated, moving to the head of the padded table. She patted the bar a couple times and reassured, "Don't worry, I'll be right here spottin' for you if those sissy-boy arms start to fish out."

Leorajh gave the bench a pensive look in which he narrowed down his eyes. It was the kind of expression which asked how many sweaty asses have been on this, and how often do you Febreeze it? But he didn't ask such a thing. He made himself prone and scooted up under the bar, lamenting how his nylon bunched up in the deep crack of his ass. "Like this, right?"

"Yeah, like that," Kara murmured. "I'm gonna start you off at thirty pounds - that's total. Not per side." When she clipped down the weights, she stepped over Leorajh again, and that was when the lion realized what should have been obvious from their meeting at the office: she had a dick. And from what Leorajh could see of it in that sweaty lycra she loved to wear, it was a _big _one. He smiled toothily. Missing the grin over her bust, Kara impatiently gestured up with her fingers and urged, "Come on now, lift it, candy-ass!"

So the wide-hipped feline lifted, and thirty pounds of weights rose promisingly. He grunted and huffed, and his arms went ramrod straight then started to wobble. "You gotta ease it down and lift again," Kara said. The disgust in her tone was that which a teacher would use with a paste-eating child.

When Leorajh did not lower the weight and instead continued to hold it up with wobbling arms, the Blaziken gripped it, took it out of his soft, manicured paws and notched it into its holder with a satisfying metal clank. "Jesus fuckin' Christ givin' Beelzebub a blowjob, what in the hell was that?"

"I tried," Leorajh scoffed, and Kara was instantly reminded of her snotty teenage brother back in the States. He was the reason she left for the land down under. "That bar is too heavy for me."

"It's thirty goddamn pounds!" the Blaziken emphatically groaned, backpedaling from the bench. She grabbed a red Gatorade out of the fridge and poured a big drink into her open beak. When Leorajh stepped up near her again, she puffed, "God damn. _You move like one of them sissy boys. Look, sugar, do us both a favor. Why don't you just stick to givin' handjobs or suckin' dicks or what-the-hell-ever it is you do to keep your job at that office there? 'Cause liftin' weights is _nawt for you, boy."

Exactly Leorajh's thoughts. It was never about being strong, not for a second, and it was all about getting those shorts off of Kara's bulging package. The time for subterfuge was nearly over, but Leorajh knew better than to get antsy for the payoff. Scowling and looking as if he might cry from indignity, he snapped, "I can lift weights, and I'll prove it!"

"Oh, will you, now?" the Blaziken snapped back, following lazily behind.

"Yes, I will," said the lion, and then, in what he thought was an overwrought show of incoordination, tripped on the edge of an exercise mat, stumbled forward, and fell with a shriek over the side of the bench. He lingered there, genuinely winded from the impact, but the effect he'd desired came off perfectly: his thick ass was on full display.

Kara shook her head and stopped just short of smacking her forehead in exasperation, but the boy's butt was a tempting prize. Acting as a dickgirl with certain needs, Kara swatted Leorajh's ass and made it jiggle visibly under the nylon. "You see, this is what your faggoty ass is suited for. It ain's liftin' weights, it's touchin' your toes."

Just another little push, Leorajh thought, looking ahead with a grin. A bit of a push, and the whole pot will tip over. "It is not!" he yowled, and he started to stand.

"Aw, _fuck _this shit," the Blaziken drawled, and when Leorajh stood up, she slung him aside onto the exercise mat. He landed with a harmless puff of air from the sides of the mat, and he looked up at Kara in disbelief. "C'mere, y'little fag," she grunted, grabbing at his nylon one-piece by the legs.

"Ah--! No! Hey!" Leorajh gasped. He was getting hard, and so was Kara. Her erection was plain to see, bulging the crotch of her lycra like a small fist. A smear of precum darkened the material.

With use of her talons, the Pokemon clawed into Leorajh's leg, nicking flesh but slaying the nylon. She ripped a huge, ragged wound into the outfit going up to his ass, stopping just before the fat overhang of a cheek. Then she plunged both hands into the rip and pulled, producing a long, modulated sound as the material tore around his butt and up across his back.

Upon baring Leorajh's feminine ass cheeks, Kara squawked triumphantly and smacked one of them, causing the flesh to jiggle wildly. A red print in the distinct shape of a Blaziken's taloned mitt formed under the fur, and Leorajh groaned sluttishly.

Kara yanked down her shorts and her cock sprung free, catapulting a wad of pre up onto the boy's back. She straddled him before he could even look at her cock, and what a shame for him, because it was magnificent. Not the longest he'd ever had, standing in fact a mere six inches, but it was a fat and uncircumcised prick nearly the width of a beer can. She ground its angry purple-red glans into the lion's ass crack without prying the cheeks apart. "I'm gonna fuck you 'till rainbows shoot out'cher faggot ass, boy," she hissed, gripping his shoulders with her talons.

"Ooh my god," the wide-hipped secretary puffed, his grin enormous, forming an almost stupid expression. It was rare for Leorajh to wear anything less than a conceited look of total control, but Kara had subverted his arrogance. "Oh, god," he reiterated, his anus winking as Kara found it and pressed her tip inward. "Ah, aaah. It's no wonder Mayor Aura speaks so--," suddenly the Blaziken popped the tip into Leorajh's ass, wedging open his thankfully well-trained anus. "Hah--, highly--!" the lion shrieked, leaving the sentence to dangle unfinished.

Kara sniggered through her hooked beak. "Mayor Aura? Nah, I don't fuck'r," she hissed, pushing in deep. That she had girth instead of length wasn't an issue. It actually seemed like the width of her prick was a challenge to Leorajh - but then so was the dryness. Kara's copious precum was slowly fixing that issue, but not as speedily as the lion hoped. "Na-a-ah, she just wants to be toned and strong. Says she's dating a bodybuilder fella and wants ta' keep up with'm."

Leorajh imagined Aura and her handsome American boyfriend comparing guns. He sneered at the thought. "In that case," the feline puffed, trying so very hard to regain his usual veneer of confidence, "then she doesn't know what she's missing--, aaahn, my ga-a-awd--, what she's missing out on..."

Solely because it amused her with no other reason needed, Kara pushed off of Leorajh's shoulders and smacked his bubble butt with both hard palms, digging her fingers into the cheeks to really dimple them. Over the feline's predictable groan, the Blaziken let fly a sharp, almost screeching laugh. It was, to Leorajh, the kind of sound you'd expect from the Wicked Witch of the West instead of a muscular dickchick who offered private exercise lessons, but at least it added some character to her. The smug cat hadn't felt so beneath a partner in ages. He bucked back with his big ass to try to steal back some of the dominance, but Kara hissed menacingly and flopped over top of him, forcefully pulling back her cock and ramming it home again to prove to him that she was in charge.

"Good fuckin' lord, you got an ass like a bitch on you, y'know that?" Kara drawled into Leorajh's flitting ear. Her hips smashed steadily into the big cat, a muted paff, paff, paff moving feebly through the air as soft down collided with fur. "Never seen anything like it, not on a boy..."

"I'd--, gawd, I'd say," Leorajh bleated, giving up entirely on his attempts to sound cocksure, "that it's my best feature!"

"You sure as hell got that right!" Kara squawked, and she startled the bottom-heavy lion yet again when she squeezed him up close and flopped back. She was silent, but as he was pulled atop her tall, taut body, he yowled and his tail noticeably frizzed out. "Ride me, sissy boy! Bounce that fat ol' Aussie ass on me right now!"

With a bitten lower lip, a cherry blush on his cheeks and his glasses disheveled and crooked on his face, Leorajh started to bounce like the buttbitch Kara had pegged him as. The pain was unreal, his anus rendered puffy and raw by the largely dry fucking, yet he couldn't bring himself to stop. His small genitals were exposed by the shredded nylon and he started to stroke himself. His paw moved so quickly that it was a blur.

"Uhn, gawd, you bounce that ass on me, boy, and you keep it bouncin', and I'm gonna have a real good fill-up for ya' soon!" said the Blaziken with no shortage of southern zest. She thought about bending her legs at the knees and bucking up into the boy, but then she thought fuck that! This little pear-shaped honey can do the work for me!

And that little pear-shaped honey did exactly that. He bounced madly, letting his fat butt swallow up every inch of the Pokemon's swollen chode over and over. He wasn't even taking the smart route by letting his weight do the work - he was working his muscles to both raise and drop himself. It was a hell of a workout for his legs, if an unintended one. Sweat permeated his tawny fur and the scent of his masculinity, subtle though that concept was in his case, could be smelled alongside his delicate perfume.

In the name of self-abuse, Kara took her hands off Leorajh's plump, bouncing butt and yanked up her tank top, baring pert breasts and pink nipples run through with barbells. These served a practical purpose, shown best when she grabbed them and twisted her titties with them. She let loose a lewd hiss and reneged on her earlier decision in that she started to buck up against Leorajh, making her low-hanging ballbag swing up to sometimes smack against the boy's delicate coinpurse.

"Oof...! Oh, my poor butt," Leorajh puffed with no playfulness whatsoever. But he was masturbating harder than ever, and he leaned back on Kara, clumsily palming a breast before he found her shoulder and gripped it. By arching his back, he moved his hips at more of an angle as he bounced them, and this helped him grind the Pokemon's hot, drooling shaft against his prostrate. In some men, such stimulation elicited noisy howls, sometimes even spontaneous climax. Leorajh was tempered when it came to prostate pleasure. In some ways he was chasing the dragon every time he put a toy up his butt, trying to relive his first prostate experience, but he still felt the wiles of that special gland, and as he stimulated it now, his penis dribbled pre and made his palm damp.

Kara licked the edges of her beak and snorted out of her nostrils, making a trilling sound with them. "Jeezus fuck, ya' little homo-faggot," she bleated, descending into more and more mush-mouthed obscenity as the pleasure took away the careful moderation with which she used her bayou drawl. "Fuck'n sheeit," she desperately huffed, and suddenly, she let loose.

To say Kara erupted was on-the-nose considering the fact that, as a fire Pokemon, her internal fluids were very warm. Semen was no exception, and as the slop blasted into Leorajh's bouncing, clenching, and quite raw butt, the lion shrieked in shock and even discomfort. "Ooh, oh--! Oh my god! That's too hot!" he cried, and he started to pull up. Kara pulled him down by the pelvis and gyrated against him, forcing her prick as deep as it could go while she dumped her swollen nuts.

It said a lot about how uncomfortable that hot cum really was when Leorajh settled atop her and resumed beating his meat, going after it with those dumb, rapid jerks that are barely about pleasure but all about getting your rocks off. The smack-smack-smack-smack of his juicy fur on his little penis was obnoxiously constant, but his moaning broke it up.

Finally, with that terrifically hot Blaziken spunk drooling out of his anus and stinging the orifice in a way every homosexual is familiar with, Leorajh slowed his stroking to a halt in short order, and he heaved with pleasure. He was so unlike himself with his grimacing expression and tears in the corners of his eyes, but he was genuine in his pleasure. He literally yowled like a cat getting its tail yanked when he popped, shooting seed a good four feet away in one long, messy stripe, and thank goodness Kara had tile in the basement. Three more ropes added punctuation to the first, but never came close to topping its zig-zagging distance.

The lion fell back against Kara, and the difference in their heights put his head neatly on the pillows of her boobs. He panted sharply, hoarsely, and his sassy tail fell limp on the floor.

"Shi-i-it," Kara sighed, more in control of her voice, allowing only a hint of redneck into it now. She wrapped her arms around Leorajh and squeezed his pear-shaped body tight. "You gotta come back for another session, boy."

"Oh, hell _yeah," Leorajh emphatically said, with a laugh to boot. But he sounded tired - no, _worn-out was the term. A fuck like that coupled with an orgasm to put a Super Soaker to shame was enough to take the fight out of anyone. He stayed on her, puffing for a few moments longer before he said, "Ah, can I have one of those Gatorades now?"