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Leia wrapped her arms around herself, holding her coat tight to her body. The night was quite cold, snowing lightly, And right now she wanted to be anywhere but outside, anywhere where it was uncomfortable. She’d had enough of that for the night, for sure.

Her mind played back over the scene in the diner, one that was all too familiar. The man staring across at her, and it wasn’t the kind of staring that a girl usually got from a guy. She was a bodybuilder, one of the rare women to get involved in that kind of competition, and it showed - she had a broad chest, thick arms and legs, a physical specimen a lot of guys dreamed of...for themselves. But as she parsed his gaze from across the table, she got the dreaded gaze of uncertainty.

“I just...don’t think this is gonna work.”

“Because of how I look?”

He didn’t look like he enjoyed being called out, but Leia was done beating around the bush about the matter. “I guess I wasn’t as cool with it as I thought I would be.” At least he was honest; the number of stupid excuses she’d heard in her life was starting to get silly.

Now she was heading back home again, still single despite yet another effort. At least she wouldn’t have to spend the night alone. As she entered her apartment, her Pokémon were there, her Machoke Callan and her Emboar Otis. They eagerly turned from the television, trying to see what her expression was like, and despite her attempt to smile it off, they could tell right off how it went.

“Again?” Callan asked.

“Again.”

“Well, to hell with him then.” Otis just snorted in agreement.

“Thanks. I just need to forget about it. You guys mind if I join you?”

“Sure! Sit by Otis first, he’ll warm you up nicely!” A grunt from the Emboar, followed by a snicker from Callan, and now she was genuinely smiling. At least they cared about her, and she had someone to take her away from her troubles.

Callan and Otis had been with her for years, since she’d gotten interested in bodybuilding, and they were right along with her all the way. Callan was the consummate show-off, quick with a joke and eager for a fight - even though they weren’t really battlers, he liked to scrap just for fun. And the more attention he got, the better. Of course, he was also a very friendly guy and rarely really got angry with anyone. Otis was definitely a different personality, strong and quiet, a lot gruffer and less sociable. He was fiercely dedicated to Leia, even a bit protective, and would get pretty rough with anyone who gave her trouble, or even people who were just generally being unpleasant. It got him a bit of a bad reputation, but she knew he was a nice guy deep down; he just wasn’t as obvious about it.

After she got out of her coat and into some more comfortable clothes, she sat on the couch with the two Pokémon, laying across them, her upper half an Callan and legs on Otis. The two Pokémon felt like they dwarfed her from this angle, an illusion that was only slightly true - they were both bigger than her, but not by that much. Aside from her friends, they were her workout partners, and while it would be silly to expect a human to keep up with them, they definitely were comparably above their own species. She appreciated how much they pushed her, trying to get her to strive to be better even as she faced fierce opposition from so many around her.

Bodybuilding hadn’t always been her dream, but something clicked in her when she was a teenager and stared seeing some female bodybuilder competitions on the Internet. Being smaller, she had found herself being picked on a lot in school, and she looked up to those women in part because they seemed like they couldn’t be pushed around, like they could easily stand up for themselves. She wanted that for herself, and soon decided to start actually working on it. Her high school years found her bulking up, and as she did she noticed a clear drop-off in the amount of harassment she got. Granted, it didn’t cease completely, with a few guys getting on her case about doing something “only a man should be doing,” but that was easy enough to deal with.

After school, she kept up with it, and started entering competitions herself. Not the height of professional competitions, but she was starting to get some recognition within the field, and that was making her quite happy. It was pretty fierce competition, made all the fiercer due to the complicating factor of the Pokémon hormones that pretty much all of them took. Leia was no exception - at this point, it was basically an expectation, and the safest thing that was available. There weren’t any major side effects unless they were mixed with other chemicals, and seemed to be self-limiting; the competition committees had basically decided that people were going to do anything to get an edge, so they might as well make it so that no one had an edge. She’d noticed the increase in her muscle mass pretty quickly, and enjoyed the strength and energy it seemed to give her, though she wondered how safe they really were. Callan and Otis seemed to think it was fine, but they were Pokémon, it took a lot to cause any serious problems in them.

Regardless, things seemed to be up for her career...but the same couldn’t be said for her love life. She couldn’t even count the number of failed dates anymore, it always seemed to go south. She had tried other bodybuilders, but the guys were almost universally insufferable. If they weren’t such huge egos that she couldn’t stand to be around them, or they didn’t think that being strong gave them the right to be unrepentant assholes, they were threatened by the idea of a woman in “their” arena and put her down for daring to be a bodybuilder. She’d pretty quickly dismissed the idea of trying any one of them and instead looked towards the general populace...but there was no real success to find there, either. She didn’t fit into the traditional type of attractive that many guys looked for, and even the ones who didn’t seem as invested in that were intimidated by her. She knew that that was a possibility, that it would happen a fair bit even...but it bothered her more that some of them tried anyway, only to shoot her down to her face, building up hope and then tearing it down. The only guys who hadn’t minded her looks at all had just come off as way too creepy and fetish-fueled, and she hadn’t been comfortable with that.

She sighed a bit, and then felt Callan start rubbing her shoulders a bit, almost as if in response. Wouldn’t it be nice if she could find a guy like that...someone like Callan who tried to make everyone feel better, was witty and friendly, the life of the party. Then again, she could also handle a guy like Otis, maybe not as outgoing but also very nice, standing up for her any time the going got rough. At the very least, like either of them, she wished she could find someone who not only didn’t care that she was a bodybuilder, wasn’t threatened by the idea, but tried to encourage her, build her up and make her want to keep going at it all. Surely there had to be someone out there like that, if she had better luck finding them.

And then a thought struck her.

Guys like Callan and Otis...but they’re right here. They ARE Callan and Otis. They’re everything I’m looking for, I already know that. If that’s what I want...why haven’t I just tried asking them?

Perhaps that was jumping the gun a bit. Relationships of that sort between humans and Pokémon were more commonplace than most would admit, and she knew a couple people who’d gone that route, but she’d never really thought about that before. And indeed, she’d not gotten any obvious indication that they would want that...though, she’d not gotten any clear sign that they’d be against it, either. Maybe they hadn’t thought about it themselves...or maybe they’d just not wanted to make her think they did, not knowing what she’d think.

Well, she’d never know if she didn’t ask. If the answer was negative, no harm no foul...but if it was affirmative, maybe that was what she’d been looking for. She had no doubts about them, either their suitability as partners nor their prowess - she’d never had the experience, but from Pokémon that had, they’d only had good things to say. She could feel her face heat up a bit as she thought about that...okay, it hadn’t been the first time, she’d had a couple of dreams and a couple of passing thoughts about that in the past, nothing lingering, nothing particularly unusual for people who lived close together. Acting on them, that would be a little different…

She wanted to wade in slow, though. If they were averse to the idea, better to not push the matter too hard. An innocuous question would suffice. “Mm...that feels really good, Callan. Hey...I have a question. Do you guys...think I’m attractive?”

“Hell yeah,” Callan said as immediately as possible, like he was ready for it. “You’re a catch, any guy would be lucky to have you. They just don’t realize it because they’re too shallow, ya know? Too locked into roles and stereotypes and shit. I’m glad Pokémon don’t have those nearly as bad.”

“What he said,” Otis agreed.

That was promising, though indirect. “I’m glad someone seems to feel that way. But I mean to you two, specifically. What do you think? Am I...attractive to you?”

“Of course you are,” Callan replied immediately. “Without question.”

“Yes, I agree,” Otis replied a moment later.

Much better. With how quickly they spoke up, she had little worry that they thought that somehow wrong. Most didn’t these days, but you never knew who would. “Well, that was quick...have you thought about me before like that? Naughty thoughts about me?”

“Er...well…” Callan blushed a bit, shifting a bit underneath her. “Yeah. Every now and then. I mean, I didn’t want to say anything and make things awkward, but a fair share of nights, you’d be in my thoughts or dreams.”

“I suppose I should admit the same,” Otis grunted from the other side.

“Well, that’s good news for me, then...because you two look pretty good to me, too. And I’d like to have a bit of a good time with you.”

“R-really?”

“Yeah...I’m so sick of the guys I’ve been trying to date. Either can’t deal with me or can’t deal with what I do, or are just so thick-headed that it’s barely worth trying. I started to realize I was looking for guys that were like you two...and, well, who gets closer than the real deal?”

“Believe me, Leia,” Otis suddenly spoke up, “when I say guys like us should be so lucky as to have your attention. I couldn’t think of a better partner.”

For the longest sentence he’d said all day, he knew how to make it effective. “My goodness. Well...since we both know what we want, why don’t we go ahead and take it? That is, if you two are willing to…”

“We wouldn’t say no for anything!” Callan replied eagerly.

“Then I won’t, either. So let’s get to it.” Off came her shirt, revealing her muscular chest, very flat in the breast department but she hardly cared, and certainly Callan and Otis wouldn’t. She bent over a bit as she pulled down her sweats next, giving them a nice view of her rear, all the better to tease them with. The best was yet to come, and she could see them watching her eagerly, but instead of doing it herself, she stepped over to Callan, playing with his belt and speedo. “How about you do the honors for me, and I do it for you?”

Callan swallowed. “S-sounds good…” His hands slowly traced down her body, rubbing her sides and her back as they inched towards their prize...he felt a shudder through his body as the inhibiting belt was unbuckled and cast away, letting a rush of energy into his muscles and a rush of blood into his groin. As she drew down his lone garment, revealing his swelling erection, he did the same with her panties, exposing her dampening snatch to the air. Each one went as low as they could, until all they had left was stepping out of their last bits of clothing. To the side, Otis was clearly enjoying the show, rubbing his own hot meat as he saw his two partners disrobe each other.

Finally Leia stepped back and surveyed the two. She was certainly impressed with what she saw down there. Both Callan and Otis outpaced any other guy she’d ever had be a long shot. Heck, many of the macho bodybuilder types that she’d seen were pretty poorly endowed, bringing to mind the notion that they were trying to compensate for something. A big package wasn’t a requirement for Leia, but it was a nice bonus, and right now it was exactly what she needed.

“I hope you boys don’t mind, but you know it’s been a while, and I want to get to the good stuff right away.” She lay back on the carpeted floor, stretching and spreading her legs to give them both a nice view of what they’d be getting. “Callan, why don’t you come down here and give me a good start?”

The Machoke needed little extra incentive - the sight and scent of his trainer was incredibly enticing, especially tinged with the potent scent of Pokémon hormones, and it was all he could do not to go crazy on her. He stepped over her and went down, lining himself up with her dripping opening, almost shaking a bit in anticipation as he rubbed his cock up against her. The heat of her body was so enticing...and then, just as he was ready to plunge in, a thought startled him. “A-ah...w-wait, Leia…”

“What? What’s wrong?”

“Ngh...we should, ah, get some kind of condom…” Callan was panting hard, looking very much like he didn’t want to stop things, but holding back purely for the sake of his concern. “Those hormone supplements...they have some effects on human females...if we do it like this, we could be able to, uh, knock you up…super unlikely, but not...zero chance...”

She hadn’t thought about that. It was true, she’d heard two stories of girls on the circuit having it happen to them. It wasn’t a likely thing, it could be hundreds or even thousands of encounters before things lined up just right, but it was nonzero. But...the thought of denying her the full feeling of their cocks, the weight of their seed inside her, was simply unthinkable. In fact…it was strange, but the idea that they could do that actually give her a bit of a thrill. She didn’t let this on, instead just giving a smile and nod. “Thank you for your concern, Callan...I’m willing to take my chances.”

Callan nodded, not about to question her decision; going without was definitely his preference. “All right, then, here I go!” He grabbed hold of her and bucked in, burying himself deep inside her, all the way to her innermost barrier. It caused Leia to gasp out, not in pain but in delight, the feeling of being filled finally returned to her after such a long period of denial. Already she felt fuller than ever before, but she knew it wasn’t done yet, as he rubbed the tip of his cock against her cervix...the foreign hormones in her body were loosening her, preparing her for sex the way Pokémon did it. She couldn’t deny that she’d been curious about this, having heard plenty of stories about it...now she’d get to ride that ride herself, and she found it hard to want anything more.

Finally Callan seemed to sense she was ready. He pulled out partway, and then rammed himself in, burying himself to the hilt and stretching her wider than ever. She cried out, gripping him tightly as she felt him go deeper than she ever could’ve imagined, making her see stars. Her hands clenched his arm muscles as aa mini-orgasm raced through her, setting her up for what was to come.

It took all Callan had to keep himself from taking off too quickly; he wanted to be sure she was truly ready for it before he went at full force. His body was fighting him hard, without the belt he had significantly less control, but sex also felt way better without it...and he knew that Leia wouldn’t want him to hold back if she had removed it herself, she knew full well of its function. His pants came hard and heavy as he shook, trying to stay rigid as he could inside that wonderfully warm and tight passage, one of the best he’d felt already and they’d only just begun. He would have to make sure she felt as good as he did…

And then Leia gave him a nod. “Okay, Callan...go ahead and show me what you’ve got!”

And what he had was about to wow her. Callan relinquished his self-control, and his body started driving in on automatic, slamming into her with incredible force. His entire shaft was being yanked out and shoved in each time, traversing the entirety of her twat and providing wild pleasures to his trainer and partner with every stroke. There would be no stopping him until he reached his end, and a small part of him feared briefly that he might hurt her with this pace...but she was tough, as tough as he was, and he wasn’t going to insult her by treating her like she was porcelain. She’d wanted this, and he would not disappoint.

Indeed, Leia’s moans and cries were nothing but wild pleasure and satisfaction, ringing out over and over as every thrust gave her a new level of ecstasy. His cock touched every part of her, including parts she didn’t think would ever be entered this way...and every bit of it felt amazing, making every square inch of her tingle wildly on every back and forth. Those mini-climaxes were coming frequently, forcing spasms out of her that made her clamp down on him, enhancing the contact and providing additional pressure. As hard and fast as he was going, she would have expected pain, or at least discomfort, but there was none, only mind-buffeting ecstasy, and she only wanted it to continue.

Off to the side, Otis was stroking himself to the sight of the action. His flames were starting to burn brighter as his lust grew, and impatience was starting to creep up as the Machoke proved to have significant stamina on his side. But he bit back any complaints; this was a rare and wonderful opportunity and he wouldn’t sully it with anything that might kill the mood. It wasn’t as if there was any chance of him not getting his shot.

Finally, Callan’s thrusts started to get more unsteady, his deep pounding bringing him to the end of his limits. Desperately he tried to hold himself back, wanting to make sure Leia reached the pinnacle first, but the struggle was getting ever more challenging. He couldn’t slow himself down, his body was running on automatic and he didn’t have the self-control to end it at this point. But fortune was with him; he managed to delay the inevitable just long enough for Leia to let out a near-scream of passion, her back arching and body clenching around him as she hit the throes of pleasure he’d worked so hard to get her to.

And with that, the Machoke ended his own fight. With one final thrust inside her as deep as he could be, he let out a frenzied yell and came hard. Ropes of his thick, sticky seed painted her insides, deeper than she’d ever imagined a guy going into her, ramping up her ecstasy even beyond what she was already getting. She could feel his cock pulse inside her as each shot fired out of it, his fertile load poured in, nothing stopping it from flooding her depths...the brief thought passed that she might even have wanted, a little bit, to be bred by him, though that was only a fleeting, impassioned fantasy. She could do little more than rock around him, clutching at his cock and milking it off all that he could give her, and he gave liberally.

But there was an end to it, and slowly the pulses softened and finally ceased, and the throes of her climax faded away, leaving her to slump back on the floor, panting hard. Both bodies were sticky with sweat, a bit of Callan’s dripping down onto her, the heavy scent of his maleness and their sex suffusing the air. Seconds passed with them hanging there, trying to recover...but Callan was sensing Otis’s impatience, though the boar said nothing he’d gotten to know his partner pretty well over the years. With some reluctance, he slowly drew himself out of Leia’s body, a trail of semen accompanying his extrusion, though much of his offering remained within her, deep enough to be help more soundly by her body.

With Callan vacating the spot, Otis took his place between Leia’s legs. “Do you need some time? I can...wait a bit for you…” She could sense the hesitation in his voice, he certainly didn’t want to wait, but wasn’t going to push her beyond what he thought she could handle. Yet, she wasn’t intending to make him...despite the deep sense of satisfaction in her body, she knew she could handle more, and at this point she wanted nothing else. Besides, she was quite curious at the sight of the Emboar’s dick; unlike Callan’s, which was smooth and fairly familiar in shape, apart from the more tapered head, Otis’s endowment had a bizarre, corkscrewing shape to it. She couldn’t imagine what it would feel like, but she had high expectations.

“I’m good to go, Otis, don’t worry...show me what you’re made of.”

Otis gave her a nod, doing his best not to betray how excited he was to hear that. The speed with which he lined up and gave his first thrust showed it anyway, though...Leia gasped as she felt the thick staff slam inside her. Already it was a very different experience, Otis hilted himself right off the bat, no preparation, though her body seemed to be fully ready for it. He was a skoshe shorter than Callan was, but still more than long enough to pass her cervical barrier, and a bit thicker on top of that. And then there was the shape of it, rubbing against her walls in a radically different way, and the heat setting her passage aflame. The pleasure of it was not only making her shudder, but working her body back into an energized state faster than she would have recovered without it. This was going to be something indeed.

With a grunt tinged with more pleasure than he would usually betray, Otis began driving into Leia’s cunt, wasting no time with build-up, not after he’d seen how hard Callan had taken her. It was clear she could handle anything he threw at her...the sign of a perfect mate in his eyes. His pace was slower than Callan’s was, but no less forceful, and as he ramped up the heat even further, he was determined to make it distinctive, something that she would remember separate from the Machoke’s round with her. For him, it was already something to remember; Leia was tighter and more pleasurable than any other female he’d ever bedded, though it was a short list. And the sounds of her pleasure were far more satisfying than any of those, either...he felt far more driven to make her enjoy it, and he was getting far more into it than any of those other times.

This wasn’t lost on Callan, either, who was snickering quietly as he watched the pig ram into her trainer. He’d been far more open and promiscuous in his own life, and was probably responsible for most of the action Otis had had, but the Emboar had never been driven to perform like this before. Maybe he’d just needed the right partner...and Leia was certainly fitting the bill. Why they hadn’t brought this up before, he was starting to wonder. But that didn’t matter now...the way things were going here, none of them would have to worry about going without from now on.

The pleasure was starting to overwhelm Leia once again, faster than Callan had; she couldn’t help it, the heat and the somatic sensations were working wonders on her, giving her giddy thrills continuously on top of the miniature peaks that were being delivered with every full entry into her. She clenched her fingers around his arms, heedless of the burning sensations, intense yet harmless from Otis’s body. She worked herself back against him minutely, only able to offer slight adjustments to that fierce thrusting, but it was still effective, making his grunts louder and her pleasure stronger. Before she knew it, she was crashing through the precipice again, crying out euphorically and arching her back as she felt her spirit soar.

And Otis wasn’t far behind her. With a yell matched only by some of his most intense efforts in the workout room, he drove in one final time and unloaded deep within her. Easily the best orgasm of his life, as he pulsed lance after lance of thick, blazing cum into his trainer and now-lover, his fluids joining his compatriot’s within her womb. It was again another level of incredible on top of what Leia was already feeling...his volume was incredible, and so hot, warming her core wonderfully as she was filled again. It was amazing how good it felt, so satisfying physically and mentally...maybe those hormone treatments were making her body respond that way. If so, she wasn’t complaining...they could try to breed her all they wanted if it felt this good.

Otis hadn’t lasted as long in the buildup, but he was outpacing Callan in the execution; She could feel his cock throbbing and shooting deep within her for a long time, over a minute passing before he tapered off. She was almost surprised she wasn’t swelling up from it, with how much he’d deposited inside her...and it wasn’t going anywhere, the thick consistency ensuring she’d be housing it for a good while, not that she had a problem with that. When he finally seemed to run out, she felt his cock draw out slowly, giving her one last rush of pleasure before relieving her twat of its girth, letting it relax for a while.

“Wow...that was...amazing…” was all she could say right off the bat. Amazing seemed like far too small a word, but she wasn’t in the mindset for creativity.

“Yeah, no kidding…that was definitely the best ever, and I’m glad we could give that to you,” Callan said happily.

“Most certainly,” grunted Otis in agreement. “You were...exquisite, Leia.”

“Aw, thank you…” As if she needed more to get her face red, but it was really satisfying hearing Otis break out his speech for her. But her focus wasn’t fully on that...she could see her two Pokémon still sporting erections, a sure sign that they had more left in them. And despite the two most satisfying fucks of her life, she could still feel the burn of lust in her as well, a need that she would tell wasn’t about to just fade away. She had no way of knowing that it was the action of the hormones she’d been taking, responding to their male counterparts to prime her for more action...but even if she had, it probably wouldn’t have changed anything.

She rose up to her feet, taking a moment to get her bearings before walking over to the staircase, giving a seductive look back at the impressed pair. “How about we take this upstairs, boys, and you two can show me more of what a good time means for Pokémon?”

Callan and Otis could only nod eagerly, looking at her almost hungrily as they followed her upstairs. Whatever passion they had for bodybuilding, this kind of workout was easily going to be their new favorite.