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The air in the gym was humid and thick with the smell of sweat in the air. Believe it or not the heat was being pumped out from the gym patrons themselves. There were five of them:a Rapidash on the treadmill, a Typhlosion working on the dumbbells, an Infernape on the bench press and a Blaziken and Incineroar chatting while entering the workout room. Radiating heat off their bodies, the fire Pokémon turned the small gym into an oven capable of cooking an egg on the workout equipment.Their combined heat wafted into the registration room to the right.

Poor Pete the sheepdog was sweating bullets behind the reception counter. His thick light grey and white fur coat was not helping him survive the heat. He considered taking off his white polo shirt and just blow his fur against the stand fan he kept on his desk since there wasn't anyone else coming in. He had just pulled his wet shirt half way up when the sound of the front door opening caught himoff guard.

"Crap!" Pete furiously pulled his shirt back down."Err welcome to...ha...gym..."

Pete's voice trailed into an inaudible whisper as he stared dumbfounded at the large Arcanine looming over his desk. The fire canine was almost shirtless, clad in only a black stringer hoodie but didn't cover his head. Pete was enthralled by the heaving black pectorals so wide and thick that they look like they could balance a water bottle on them. What enthralled Pete more was the thick bush of cream colored fur covered his chin and ran down his chest like a furry blanket. A tent rose in the middle of his light blue shorts when he caught sight of the Pokémon's bulgingbiceps and triceps pushed to their sides by the widest lats Pete ever saw in the gym. The orange limbs with black stripes across them made the Pokémon's muscles look fierce and powerful.

He felt a warm sensation building in the pit of his stomach as his eyes traced down the Arcanine's pecs to the two juicy nipples standing erect calling out to the receptionist to lick them. Blushing deeply, Pete focused on the customer's deep brown eyes.

"Hey," the Arcanine said with a deep and gruff voice.

"H-hi! Welcome to Bulk Up Station. I'm Pete. How can I help you?" the sheepdog asked as he extended his paw out for a handshake.

The Arcanine replied with a grunt, releasing atiny puff of black smoke from his nostrils before reciprocating the hand shake with a tight squeeze. "Max. I'm here about the Friday Fire type Special," Max said.

Something like a switch in Pete's brain turned on at the sound of the Arcanine's request. His duties came first over any of his personal desires. The sheepdog pulled out a form and proceeded to ask for the Arcanine's details. "It's our gym's policy to register any new members for security purposes. And you qualify for our Friday Fire Type Special so your entry fee today is fifty percent off, so it's five bucks. But for twenty you can sign up for an annual membership and every Friday you'll get access to our gym's special sauna. One of a kind. Won't find it anywhere in town." Pete unloaded his sales pitch with great confidence.

All of which Max was half listening to while he filled out his form, he replied the receptionist with a flat "I'll think about it."

"Ok, but before you start your workout let me give you a quick tour of the place and assign you your locker."

Pete rushed out from behind his desk. He gulped when he noticed the Arcanine's hefty legs. Max's black shorts only covered a quarter of his tree trunk thighs; the fabric hugged his legs so tightly it looked like it was painted on him. Trying to play it cool the dog commented on how the Pokémon's white duffle bag looked good on him and proceeded to lead the way inside.

Upon entering the workout area all eyes fell on the tall imposing Arcanine. The Typhlosion who was the closest to them nearly dropped his dumbbell in shock.Pete was aware of the attention the new patron was getting,and was getting uncomfortable with the stares in his direction and the intense heat inside the room. "So this is the workout area.To my right are the tread mill, across is the dumbbells, barbells and benches.Andfurther right of that we have the leg press, pull down and rowing machines."

Max did not respond and simply followed the gym receptionist through the workout area. He passed by the Rapidash standing on the treadmill pretending to look behind the Arcanine while covering the front of his pants;afailed attempt at hiding the fire horse's cock as his dickhead was already poking through the pants right hole.But Max just pretended he didn't see it.

After the workout area the two entered the locker room. It was equally as large as the workout area.The only difference was that the room held three rows of lockers, two on the side of the walls and one in the middle. Between each row of lockers were wooden benches for the patrons to sit on.

"So if you keep heading straight you'll find the shower stalls.And behind that is the members only sauna." Pete walked ahead to the fifth locker on the left. "And thisisyour locker."

The receptionist handed Maxthe key and left the room in a hurry painfully aware that being alone with the muscle bound Pokémon alone was stirring back feelings in his loins.

Alone the Arcanine opened the locker to find a piece of paper inside. Max brought the paper closer and felt his blood boil when he realized it was a photograph of a familiar dingo. "Booker," Max said with disdain in his voice. Memories of that faithful day began flooding in.

It happened three years ago in Max's community college hall. There was a bodybuilding competition in the Canine frat house.The fraternity was organizing it to raise money for charity. Only a male category was held and there were only four participants at first. Each of them represented a charity of their choice and whoever won would receive a thousand dollars for said charity. It was planned for there to be just the compulsory poses and an encore solo session for the winner. As they were playing by their own rules the judges were made up of a panel of three of three senior members:two German Shepherds and a husky.The rest filled up the audience seats.

Max was just twenty-two when he entered that competition. Back then he had more of a middleweight's build since he just started bodybuilding. He was around 170 pounds. Not as meaty as he is today but he had the puffy pecs, the cobblestone six pack abs, the steel like arms, the wide back with deep grooves running down, and the thickest legs in the whole frat house.

He remembered that it was the most exciting moment of his life.It was his first competition and no matter how small it was,it was still something he wanted to win. An hour before setting up,he ran around the frat house just to try to lose some water in him. Thirty minutes before judging time the Arcanine was in his blue posing trunks with the number 33 pinned to his side. He could hear the cheering audience behind the curtain. Some were cheering louder than others-probably they were drunk on beer, he thought. Max took this chance to do a little light curling with the five-pounddumbbell provided backstage.This way,he could get his veins to pop more and it helped him psych out the competition.

Sure enough the other competitors were feeling the pressure. A Dalmatian and a wolf had to turn away to face the wall to protect themselves from Max's intimidation game. Now they were decent competitors,Max admitted.They all look ripped but the Arcanine had the height advantage. His toughest competition that he saw was the giraffe who was practicing his poses in the right hand corner of the backstage. That fur was massive, thick with muscles but not as vascular as Max.

Five minutes remained to show time. Everyone was getting into position for the curtain to rise when suddenly one of the competition organizers came in from behind. The wolf wearing a red jumpsuit yelled, "Wait,wait!We got one more."

A dark and large shadow behind him shifted and moved.From the shadows came the largest dingo anyone ever saw. He was at least seven feet tall as his head reached halfway of the giraffe's neck. He had thickly muscled arms like someone shoved a cantaloupe in there and his shoulders were so wide he took up the entire doorway when he came in. Max stared gawking at the behemoth approaching him, a response he believed everyone backstage had when they saw the dingo. The dingo had a handsome face almost like a new born pup with big bright hazelnut eyes. Light orange fur ran down his arms, back and thighs, but from his bottom chin to his upper chest, as well as his paws and feet was covered in snow white fur. Max had to crane his neck upwards just to get a glimpse of the tip of his snout. The dingo's pecs and were so thick it had blocked out most of the dingo's snout when seen from below.

Max's hands started to tremble when he saw the humongous bulge stuffed inside the straining blue posing trunks. "Is that allowed? The dog looks like he stuffed a backpack inside there," thought the Arcanine. His mind went blank while he stared at the powerful jackhammer-sized legs. All hope of winning the competition vanished in that instant.

"So where do I stand?" the dingo asked the organizer.

"Oh over here.To the right of Max." The dingo moved to his place and Max snapped out of his daze as the competition was about to start.

"Break a leg Booker.All of you too."The way the wolf said the second part sounded like everyone was doomed from the start, and Max was starting to believe it.

Rock music started to play from the other side of the curtain. The announcer started his opening speech so all the contestants had to line up. "...Here are our contestants!" said the announcer asthe curtain rose quickly, bathing Max in the warm yellow spotlight above.

A loud unanimous gasp came from the audience; their eyes were fixed on the massive dingo. It was then that Max felt the heavy weight of hopelessness. No one in the audience was paying attention to him. They all just sat there with mouths agape staring at Booker. Keeping his eyes on the crowd Max struggled to keep a smile up as he moved from pose to pose.Deep down he just wanted it to end. He swore he saw the front row audience groping at their crotches-their boners rose in excitement as they watched the dingo flex.

The whole compulsory posing lasted for fifteenminutes but then the solo pose dragged on for an hour just because the crowd couldn't get enough of the titanic dingo. Eventually the other contestants joined in on celebrating the winner. Not Max though.The Arcanine watched from afar, glaring at the dingo flexing his muscles without a care in the world. "Someday... Someday I'll beat you," Max vowed with fury.

Those feelings of being so small were creeping back to Max, fixing his eyesat the photograph of Booker holding a bodybuilding championship trophy while performing a double bicep pose. The picture was recent according to the date, and just as Max feared-the dingo was bigger. Cursing under his breath,the Arcanine chucked the picture back into the locker along with his bag.

Now that he was getting agitated he walked off to the workout area in a huff. Max needed to blow off some steam, and the only way he knew howwas to lift. The warm up session was a good starting point for him.Even at the height of his growth endeavors the Pokémon never skimped on the little things. Starting with the elliptical rowing machine and ending with some bodyweight exercises he was ready for the real deal.

As he made his way to the dumbbell rack it dawned on him that the other Pokémon were leaving the gym. The Blaziken and Incineroar held their backpacks close to their groins while trying to avoid Max's gaze. "Horndogs, all of them," thought Max.

Turning his attention back to his weights he stacked four forty-four pound plates onto the bar and began curling. With each raise of the dumbbell Max felt the tension in his biceps. His biceps bulged and thick veins popped out along his arms. He loved the way his arms felt heavier with every curl.To Max that meant his muscles were being pushed to the limits. Finally done with the twentieth rep Max lowered the dumbbell back down, panting with his tongue out. Beads of sweat ran down his face.

His ears then perked up to the sound of the door behind him opening. "Another customer?" he thought.Deciding that it wasn't any of his business he picked up the dumbbell again ready to move on to his pec exercises. But then he heard that too familiar voice, playful like there wasn't a care in the world but deeper now.

"Hey there small stuff, lifting light I see. Need someone to sport you?" The voice came from behind Max. Annoyed by the fact that he was called small,Max turned to face the speaker only to have his snout slam into a wall of fur. Surprised, the Arcanine tried to push the fur back but he just wouldn't budge.It felt like he was pressing against a wall of bricks. Instead Max was forced back against the dumbbell rack.When he got a good look at the other fur he swore that he got goose bumps all over his body.

"Booker?" Max said with a surprised expression as he took in the dingo entire stature. There stood Booker broader than before.His humongous muscles gave the illusion that he was taller. He looked like he could cover half a whiteboard with his immense size. His blue full body workout clothes were stretched to the limits. Everything about him was bigger. His biceps and triceps now bulged to the size of a bowling ball. Deep ridges formed his six pack abs; they were so well defined one could shred cheese on them. Even through his clothes his huge and shredded obliques was clearly visible. Max gulped when his eyes looked down and saw the gigantic bulge resting between thighs as thick as a stack of three steel beams.

"Oh hey nice to meet a fan," Booker said as he extended his paw for a handshake.

Max begrudgingly returned the handshake. His eyes widened when he felt the dingo's strong grip. "I'm not a fan. We met before.We competed in college. Don't you remember me? I'm Max," said the Arcanine breaking the handshake.

Booker cocked his head to the right with a quizzical expression, "College...hmm...college...oh you mean the frat contest. Yeah now I remember there was a smaller Arcanine there. That was you? Small world, buddy." The dingo slapped Max in the back with such force it pushed him closer to the dingo's stomach.

Feeling a little claustrophobic Max moved out of the way. "Yeah, well. I guess you workout here too then?" he asked.

"Eeyup, my mate owns this place. Helped him build it up and now I provide coaching services for new members." Booker crossed his arms. "So the offer still stands for some coaching."

"No thanks.Do I really look like I need coaching?" Max raised his arms up and performed a double bicep flex. His body radiated heat as though to mimic the pride he felt inside for the muscles he had grown for years.

"Woo! We have a Machoke in the house," the dingo teased with a sly smile like he knew something Max didn't.

Slightly annoyed by the lack of response he got, the Arcanine turned and said, "Like you can do better."

Booker smiled and walked over to the dumbbell rack to set up his own weights. "I've got nothing to prove buddy. It's all good."

The Arcanine rolled his eyes at the dingo thinking that he gave his competition too much credit. Through the corner of his eyes Max saw that Booker was lifting a measly 88lbs dumbbell. "Weak," thought Max. Watching Booker curl those weights made a cocky grin grow on Max's face. His once powerful rival looked like he was struggling with such a light weight puffing and huffing after only three repetitions. Desiring to show how much he had surpassed Booker the Arcanine let loose a menacing growl while he curled.

"Come on. Look at me, look at how huge I got! Who's the runt now?!" thought Max.

Then he heard the unmistakable sound of cloth tearing. His ears perked and his head turned to the right just in time to watch the right side of Booker's clothes stretch and tear away from the shoulders and across his chest. Another rip was heard and this time it was across the dingo's chest.

"Ah... yeah... more," Booker said.

Standing in disbelief Max watched the dingo's upper body balloon up in size slowly. Every time Booker curled the weights more of his shirt tore away, exposing his growing arm with veins snaking along the peak of his biceps. Right before his eyes Max watched the dingo's arms continuously expand until it was the size of a beach ball.

"Ugh, they don't make clothes like they used to," Booker said with a wink. The dingo dropped the weights and proceeded to tear away what was left of his shirt off of him. He now stood half naked with a 'shelf' large enough for four furs to rest their heads on.

"Enjoying the view doggy? I ain't even serious yet. Imagine how much bigger I can get with more heavierweights," Booker said with a cocky smile. He proceeded to bounce his pecs before grabbing the weights again.

Max gulped. All the energy in his legs were drained as he stood there watching the behemoth's dancing pecs now inches away from his snout. He had to fight the urge to stick his tongue out and just lick every inch of Booker's massive chest.

"Wait a minute, what was I thinking? It's leg day," Booker suddenly proclaimed.

Without giving Max a chance to respond, the dingo holding a dumbbell in each paw squatted down. A loud tear echoed through the empty gym as he went down. Max didn't need to ask to know what happened. Rising back up to his full height Max felt smaller than ever. More tearing followed as the dingo's thigh exploded in size. The canine's quads grew so thick it could overshadow an entire fireplace log. With an earth-quaking grunt, Booker's pants flew off past Max's head, setting free the anaconda growing between his powerful thighs. A wave of hot musk wafted from the dingo's erect cock. His hefty balls hung low, each the size of a full grown Marill.

The sexual tension building inside Max was too much to bear. Inside him the part of him that wanted to pounce on the muscle giant was duking out with his sense of self control. In the end there was a clear winner. Max craned his head upwards and let loose a Flamethrower blast onto the ceiling. He then ripped off his shirt with one might pull. Lost in lust Max forced himself onto the towering stud and planted a deep kiss on Booker's lips. Max's tongue struggled for dominance inside Booker's mouth. The larger dingo's tongue was just too wide and strong. Their kiss felt like it lasted an hour before they finally broke off, athin line of saliva still connecting their lips. "Why don't you get a little more comfortable, hmm?" Booker asked as he stripped Max of his shorts, freeing his throbbing hot boner.

Overwhelmed with the desire to kiss and lick every inch of the muscle fur's body,Max jumped onto Booker, causing him to topple backwards from max's immense weight. The two crashed onto the matted floor. Whimpering like a dog begging for his treat,the Arcanine buried his snout between the dingo's heavy pecs. Their members pressed against one another, throbbing and wetting each other's abs with the pre leaking from the tips.

Booker grinned with glee but lifted the Arcanine off of him with ease. The fire dog was dangling in the air as two powerful paws held him by the shoulders. Max was panting heavily, his eyes staring at the dingo with a mix of lust and weakness. "Slow down fire hound. I appreciate the attention, but this ain't how you service muscles," said Booker.

The dingo grabbed his two dumbbells and made his way to a nearby bench. "Spot me," he said. Max nodded and stood behind the dingo's head, his erection hovering over Booker's snout. Its musky scent was starting to get to Booker, how he wanted to suck on the Arcanine's thick meat. "Grab on to my pecs," Booker said sternly. Just when max pressed his paws against Booker's pecs the dingo lifted the dumbbells closer to his chest to perform a dumbbell fly.

Max whispered "Wow." His paws felt every fiber of the dingo's muscle flex and bulge. But it didn't end there.His fingers were suddenly being spread apart as the wall of pecs began to grow, stretching further to the side and feeling fuller in his paws. Aroused by the live muscle growth Max's cock twitched and started dripping hot pre on Booker's face. The dingo happily lapped every drop.

Booker decided to make the first move. Extending his head up Booker's lips managed to reach the warm hot member above him. His tongue lapped Max's dick eagerly, spreading the pre along the Pokémon's shaft.

"Aaah, not the dickhead," Max said with a shudder. The dingo was teasing his tip like a pro, his tongue twirling around the tip and occasionally poking into his slit. All the while Booker was still lifting albeit at a slower rate, slower and slower until the dumbbells were just left on the ground. Max was close; the bombardment of stimulation was too much for him to bear. Loudly he yelled, "Gonna cum!"

A hot wave of cum shot out, bathing the dingo's pectorals in their creamy heat. "Fuck yea, got lots of protein in ya." The dingo scooped up a finger full of cum and licked it off seductively.

Booker stood back up, his monstrous back flared, reigniting the Arcanine's loins once again, and as impossible as it was, Booker was thicker and harder than before. He turned towards the naked Arcanine and proceeded to raise his arms into the air. In a blink of an eye his whole body tensed as he performed a double bicep pose. "Come get your treat boy," Booker teased. Eager to comply, Max grabbed onto Booker's right bulging bicep, squeezing it with all his might.

"Fuck, it's so big," Max said.

"Mmm, damn right," Booker replied.

Max kissed the mountain-like bicep before lapping it hungrily with his hot tongue. The taste and smell of Booker's muscles sent shivers down Max's spine. He regretted ever suppressing his insatiable lust for the muscle dog's body. Blushing deeply,Max gripped tightly onto the engorged bicep when his cock shot a wad of pre into the air and landed on Booker's right nipple.

"Aww look at the mess you made." Booker said as he brought his arms down to his hips. Thrusting his cock forward, the dingo moved to a front lat spread. His pecs flexed and hardened into a wall of steel. "You got some cleaning to do Max," Booker said with a cocky smile.

Obedient to his muscle overlord, the Arcanine pressed himself closer and began suckling on the nub of his pec. The salty taste of his own pre was so familiar since he had cummany times into his own maw when Max pleasured himself at home. Booker groaned loudly.His nipples were his greatest weak point. While he enjoyed the tongue bath he got Booker ran his right paw down the Pokémon's back. His fingers traced the deep grooves down from Max's soldiers all the way to his hips.

The sensation of a thick rod suddenly penetrating his butthole made Max yelp and shake. "Oh fuck," Max let out as Booker's huge middle finger invaded his hole further. Booker enjoyed watching the Pokémon squirm so easily. Another finger entered, stretching Max's insides further.

Max's face tensed as he struggled to accommodate the thick meaty fingers inside him. Unconsciously,his mouth latched onto Booker's right pec again and continued to suckle at it harder. All the while Booker was finger fucking Max until the Arcanine cameall over the dingo's thigh.

Booker grunted before saying, "Don't think it's over yet. My dick needs servicing too." With a loud pop Booker pulled his fingers out of Max's ass. The Pokémon still hard dropped to his knees and began to rub his snout against the big dog's warm musky balls.

"Ah fuck yea. Lap it up," Booker said between shallow breaths.

The Arcanine got down and licked Booker's balls. Slowly his tongue moved upwards, bathing the hard shaft with saliva and pre from the tip. Max only managed to take in half of the meaty pole in his mouth before he started gagging. Using his free paws,the burning hot Pokémon stroked the remaining exposed part of Booker's cock with one paw while the other groped his heavy balls.

Booker was blushing intensely as he relished the hot moist touch of Max's mouth on his cock. Copious amounts of pre gushed out, bathing the horny Arcanine's face and naked body.

"You know you're a lot more fun when you're not all about trying to bestme in something," Booker said playfully, draping a shoulder over the naked Pokémon,pulling him close for a hug.

Max turned his head away to hide his shame. In all the commotion he had lost sight of what he set out to do, and now he was putty in the muscular dingo's paws. Booker was quick to notice Max's reaction. He surprised Max by suddenly pressing the Arcanine's head into his armpit. Caught off guard Max struggledfor a minute to push himself away.His nose burned with the smell of the sweaty dingo.

"What the hell was that for?" Max asked.

Booker laughed. "You got time to daydream, you can have a little jerk off competition with me. First one to cum loses."

"That came out of nowhere," thought Max, but he was never one to turn down a challenge.

Still sitting side by side, the two grabbed each other's cock with one paw and slowly jerked the other off. Max's body shuddered at the dingo's touch. He expected it to be rough and almost painful considering the amount of muscle that made up Booker's arm. But the dingo was surprisingly firm yet gentle. He knew when to grip Max's shaft tightly and when to let go just to tease him, build the pressure inside his balls. His thumb caressed the tip of Max's dick, sending waves of euphoria up the Pokémon's spine. Streams of pre gushed from Max's tip. Overcome by the sensations flooding his body, Max's will to win began to waver as his paw was slowing to a stop on Booker's dick.

"Oh yeah, cum big boy. Cum for Booker," his rival whispered.

Hearing those words reignited Max's desire to win. The Arcanine forced himself to concentrate. While he gasped he jerked Booker off with increasing speed. Booker growled, his own cock was reacting to Max's skilled paw. Twitching and pulsating Booker's cock released a heavy load of pre wetting Max's paw in the process.

Both of them were close to climaxing. Max needed something to give him an edge. He struggled to hold himself back from cumming. Booker's massive dick was even tiring his arm out. Then from the corner of his eyes Max noticed Booker's right paw flicking back forth from his protruding nipple, as if he was trying to hold back from pulling at it. The Arcanine acted on his hunch and latched his mouth onto the dingo's left nipple.

A loud howl filled the workout room followed by a geyser of cum erupting from Booker's cock. The dingo's cumshot seemed endless as it went on for a solid minute, coating the gym floors in gooey white cream. Max wanted to cum right there and then,but held back with all his might.

Breathing heavily,Booker collapsed ontoMax's shoulder. "That...was...dirty," the dingo said.

"No, it's strategy. You showed your 'underbelly'." Max smiled. "And a win is a win."

Booker chuckled. "I'll take that win off you one day." With that said Booker raised his head and planted a kiss on Max's lips. Max was happily surprised but returned the kiss, only longer. Locked by their passion for one another the kiss filled them with desire again for one another. Booker's rested member rose to attention once more while Max's still hard cock continued to drip pre.

"Looks like someone's ready for the real thing," the dingo said. He gestured to the blushing Arcanine to turn around. Instantly understanding what was to come Max got on all fours and raised his bushy yellow tail, exposing his eager virgin hole.

Licking his lips,Booker, on his knees, grabbed Max by the side and pressed his massive dickhead against the Arcanine's butthole. "Augh, you hole's too tight. You got to relax a bit," Booker said while his dickhead struggled to push through.

"Ouch, slow down. I've never done this before," Max replied looking back with concern at the dingo.

"Hmm, maybe a little more lube will help." Booker held his dick with one paw and stroked it. He could feel his balls filling themselves with cum again. With a soft grunt he shot a wad of pre all over the Arcanine's exposed bubble butt. The dingo wasn't able to control how much pre he made which resulted in an excess dripping down Max's butthole. Ignoring the mess, Booker pressed his thumb around Max's hole, smearing the pre all around the deep crevasse. Slowly, he pushed his first two fingers inwards causing Max to yelp and moan in pleasure.

"I'm never going to get used to how big your digits are," Max said without turning to the dingo.

"I can make it bigger if you like," Booker teased as he trusted his digits deeper.

Max instantly pictured a gigantic Booker smashing through the gym room with his hard dick impaling Max at the tip. "Oh fuck...yes more muscle..." Max said as he panted.

"Heh, then you have to earn it." Booker pulled his fingers out and proceeded to push the tip of his cock into Max's ass. Max growled and felt his body tense up a little from the sudden penetration, but it felt easier now to take in Booker's entire girth. It literally felt like he was shoving an entire baseball bat up his ass. Soon the tension in his ass melted away into pleasure as his ass became accustomed to Booker's dick.

Booker grinned as he slid his whole log inside Max before pulling it back out midway, and slamming back in hard.

"Ugh." Max's whole body felt like jelly. Bliss enveloped his body and he wanted more. "Faster...please," he begged with blushing cheeks.

The huge dingo didn't need to be told twice, grabbing tightly on Max's hips. Booker started slamming deeper and harder into Max's ass. Every pounding squeezed another groan or moan out of the Arcanine. Max's cock was going crazy, spraying pre all over the floor.

"Harder...more...more," Max kept chanting his desire to be fucked.

Eventually Booker got into the rhythm and was fucking Max with increasing speed. His own dick felt like it was melting inside of Max's hot ass with his pre flooding the Pokémon's insides. There was so much pre that it could not be contained inside Max. Streams of the semi translucent fluid began to leak out of Max's hole and added to the already sticky gym floors.

"Ah fuck I can't keep this up for long. Your ass is so tight," Booker said. The dingo bent over and bit onto Max's neck, his thrusting grew faster and stronger.

At that point Max was speechless as his prostate was ravaged by the thick dick inside him. "I'm close," Max screamed.

"Fuck. Not yet, turn over!" Booker commanded. He pulled out his pre covered dick from Max's hole with a wet pop. Breathing heavily and drenched in sweat, it took all of his energy to turn over. Even the muscular dingo above him was beginning to slow down but they both needed to cum first.

Booker shoved his dick up Max's ass once more and continued humping slowly till he found the rhythm again. "Oh fuck yeah, I love your pecs Max. I fucking love a Pokémon with huge pecs. A little bigger and I can fuck you in ways you never thought possible." Booker grabbed Max's left pectoral and gave it a good squeeze.

Max screamed and shot a wad of hot pre all over himself. "This is too much," thought Max. His dick looked like it was overly bloated and felt like it would explode at any second.

"Oh yea...it's cumming!" Booker exclaimed. His thrusts were slowing down, his knees felt like they were going to give way at any second.

"Me too!"

With a powerful howl Booker came intensely inside the Arcanine's ass. Wave after wave of hot white cum shot out and spilled out of Max's ass. The Pokémon's face looked like he was knocked out by the tidal wave of cum. There was just so much of Booker's seed in him that he felt numb to his own cumshot. Max's dick stood erect facing the ceiling and rained semen all over the duo.

Booker finally stopped cumming after two whole minutes. After which the big canine collapsed on top of Max. Max struggled under the immense weight and struggled to push the pair of pecs suffocating him.

When Booker noticed what was happening he apologized. "Oh sorry dude."With a soft groan the dingo rolled to the left of Max.

Once he caught his breath, Max snuggled up close to Booker's right arm and hugged it tightly. "I...err... thanks for that," Max said as he purposely looked at Booker's pecs rather than his face.

"Eh no big deal. Everyone needs a good fucking once in a while."

"No, not that. About letting me win in the jerk off contest just now, you purposely showed me how to beat you. And that's ok..." Max held Booker's arm tighter, "I know you were just trying to be nice."

A moment of silence then felt like forever then took over. "I don't know what you're talking about. I just needed to cum and I couldn't hold back. You might not consider it a win, but I will get back at 'cha lil' dog." Booker turned over slightly and kissed Max on the forehead.

Max smiled back and was said, "Heh, by then I'll out muscle you for sure."

"Bring it on! Heck I'll workout with ya just to keep you on your toes," Booker replied confidently.

At that moment when he heard those words Max was glad he had a rival. The two looked lovingly into each other's eyes when the sound of doors opening from the other side of the room broke the moment.

"Oh my... what the hell happened here?" the receptionist yelled.

"Oops," the two thought to themselves.

THE END