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“Hng...grr...RAAAGH!” The bar pushed into the air, reaching its apex finally, before being clanged back onto its rack. Slightly shaky paws held their grip on it for a while after that, connected to a sweating, panting Lucario. It had been a strain, but he’d finally succeeded, pushed his limits and reached a new personal best.

“380 pounds...fantastic work, Khaba!” His human spotter, Loreen, smiled down at him pleasantly, while he got a bit of clapping from his Pokémon spotter, a Poliwrath named Koppel. “You’re coming along really nicely, all that effort seems to be paying off!”

“Oof...I hope so, because I’m paying for it every time.” Khaba sat up, wiping his brow. “Every night my muscles try to tell me this is a bad idea. You’d think a Fighting-type would be better at adjusting.”

“You’re doing better than you think, Khaba. There aren’t many Pokémon who can add their entire body weight to their starting press in just eight months, even among Fighting-types. And your other muscle groups are growing quickly as well. You keep this up and you’ll be master of the workout before you know it!”

“Yeah, maybe you’ll decide to stick with the gym body rather than doing some insane competition,” Koppel cracked.

“Not a chance. I’m not putting all this work in because I want a different dream.”

“Suit yourself, but I still think it’s crazy. There’s a reason you just don’t see independent Pokémon in the competition circuit. Those trainers have some wild strategies, we just can’t compete on our own.”

“I don’t see it that way, but I’ll agree to disagree.” That said, Khaba knew he was up against a really stiff challenge. He wasn’t a trained Pokémon, never had been and never wanted to be, but had a thing for the professional battle circuit - so much so, in fact, that he wanted to become an independent Pokémon battler. It wasn’t unheard of, but definitely a rare thing - the battle circuits had highly trained Pokémon even at the lower levels, and trainers who knew their stuff and came up with ways of engaging in battles that could at times be mind-boggling. He’d been honing mind and spirit for several years now, but only recently started on the third component, his body. Being the type he was, he was naturally attuned to building his body, but if he’d really realized how high he needed to get in that respect, he’d have started earlier. It was likely going to be a couple years before he was in condition to really have a chance.

Fortunately, he wasn’t going in alone; there were several other indie Pokémon he knew who wanted in, and they were going to form their own team. They were off training in other locales, splitting off and going through their own journeys. They all kept in touch on occasion, catching up on each other’s progress and helping to fuel their mutual dreams. If it weren’t for them, Khaba might have given up before he’d really started...now, he was closer than ever.

“Well, it’s your funeral. I just don’t want you to go into despair just because you found out you were out of your league.” Koppel wasn’t entirely helping; he was an indie Pokémon as well but seemed to have a great respect for trainers and their partners. Unfortunately, that led to a bit of editorializing from him when Khaba talked about his goals. He knew the Poliwrath was being a realist, it wasn’t meant to be insulting, but he would have preferred a bit less of it.

Happily, Loreen was much more on his side. “Oh, come on, Koppel, ain’t you ever had a dream? Let the guy seek his out, don’t be a damp sponge even if you can’t help it.”

“Hey, no one said stop. I just seen too many who lost it because their dream didn’t turn out to be the sweet happy thing they wanted it to be.”

“Oh, really? Name one.”

“Come on, I’m not gonna name names…”

“Uh-huh.” Loreen gave a knowing wink to Khaba, who just smiled back. Koppel rolled his eyes but let the matter drop, sensing he was outmatched.

“I know I still have a lot more to do before I can be competitive, yeah. Benching 380 is a great new level but I’m going to need probably another buck before I’m in the league.”

“Three times your weight is the minimum? Hon, that seems like a lot more than you’d get with a trained Lucario!”

“Yeah, well, I need to exceed the average trained Lucario. I don’t have other advantages, so extra strength is a big help. And it’ll be expected, since I’m bigger than average as well.” Not by a ton, Khaba stood 4’5” and weighed a buck sixty, a fair bit above the average of his species but by no means a giant - in fact he’d seen significantly bigger, he’d met a couple members of his species who stood as tall as average-sized humans. “If they get to fighting me and see that I don’t measure up, that’ll make me look even worse, and I can’t disappoint my teammates like that.”

“If you don’t get swept right out, I doubt you could disappoint anyone,” Koppel offered unhelpfully.

“Heh, I think we’d all be disappointed each time we lost. Whether we expect it to happen or not. If we’re not disappointed, then something’s wrong.”

“Hm, I’ll give you that. But I hope you don’t stop coming around just because you get into the circuit. You still have to keep that shape maintained, you know.”

Khaba nodded. “Of course. I’ll be working out plenty the whole time, not just keeping in shape but getting even stronger. And I definitely want to keep coming to a familiar place, where I know the people and the layout and it’ll be easy to get done what I need to do. Heh, I doubt I’m gonna find a better gym than this. It’d be basically perfect if it wasn’t for-”

“GREETINGS, DUDES AND BITCHES!”

The Lucario’s ears dropped as he let out a groan. “Him.”

Loreen and Koppel looked about equally excited at the new presence, one that was all too familiar to all of them. “Gavin, what have I told you about that greeting?” Loreen said, not looking at the newcomer, her eyes shut tight as she braced herself.

“Ah, Loreen, I tell you every time, I’m not talking about you! Just the pansies who don’t put in any effort! You don’t get to be like me without working for it, you know!” Gavin Clarke was certainly the image of someone who put in effort at the gym - 6’5”, 230 pounds, with a very dedicated build and plenty of muscle to spare. If only as much effort was put into his attitude...he wasn’t nasty, at least not in the traditional sense, he was always smiling and putting on friendly airs, but he was so full of himself it was a wonder he didn’t burst. He belittled plenty of people who didn’t deserve it, gym newcomers who he didn’t think much of, even if it was in a joking way and didn’t sound overtly malicious they knew it hurt. It was hard to tell whether he was a dick who acted friendly or just too dense to realize what he was saying, which made it all the harder to figure out how to deal with him.

He tended to leave people alone who worked at the gym or worked out with good effort, which meant Loreen and Koppel were mostly off the hook, despite their disapproval of him. But effort didn’t help Khaba out at all…

“Hey, the pup with a plan is back!” Without any prompting, Gavin marched over with a huge grin on his face, looking straight down at Khaba sitting on the bench. “And he’s been working out so hard! Who’s a good boy? Who’s a good boy? Yes, you are!” He started rubbing Khaba’s head roughly, mussing the fur on top of his head and along his ears before Khaba could smack his hand away.

“I told you not to do that, Gavin! A thousand times!”

Gavin stepped back, still grinning like an idiot. “Sorry, man, you know I can’t help but pet a cute puppy dog when I see one!”

“I’m not a fucking animal, you dolt! I can talk to you! I do, even when I don’t want to, like when I tell you to stop touching me without permission!”

“Hey, it’s a compliment! It’s just how cute and fuzzy you are!” The man was glancing around at the weights, and whistled as he saw the magnitude. “380! Looking damn good, pup, keep this up and you’ll me almost as impressive as I am!”

“I don’t recall YOU reaching 380,” Koppel remarked sourly.

“In due time! I am in the top 1% of all men, though, and I doubt our fine furry friend is in that range! But with enough work, you can reach any height! And one of these days you might just get there, if you have the kind of dedication I do! Keep it up and you’ll make me proud!”

Khaba growled at him. There was a touch of truth to it, he would have to get a lot closer to the best of the best of his kind to succeed...but the way he said it was so demeaning! He almost would have rather had the human just be a dick rather than have that sheen of joviality over all of those remarks. “I’m not doing this for you. I’m doing this for myself and my team and my dreams. You don’t enter the equation at all.”

“Well, if you’re not motivated for yourself, there’s no chance of you succeeding! Keep it up, and good things will happen! Good bitches get the bone, maybe I’ll grant you mine if you prove yourself worthy!” And that was the thing that got to Khaba the most - no matter how many times he said otherwise, Gavin seemed utterly convinced that all Lucarios were nothing but cock-hungry bottom sluts. It didn’t matter that Khaba was a pure top, in both theory and practice - the Lucario wasn’t even sure Gavin believed him, despite even having testimony to that effect - he seemed certain that Khaba was lusting after the dick of many gym-goers, and of course his own most of all. As if he’d even touch a human who treated him with such disrespect like that.

“I don’t have to listen to this, and I don’t intend to.” Khaba stood up in a huff, turning to Loreen and Koppel, who looked like they were trying to bite back their own remarks; he knew they backed him up, but starting a scene wasn’t going to fix anything. “Thanks for your help...I think I’ll stick with 380 for the next few sessions, then we’ll try to go up to 400. Maybe a week, or two, depending on how my body responds.”

“You just say the word, pup, and I’ll make your body respond another way!” Without warning, Gavin wound up and gave Khaba a smack on the ass, making the Lucario yelp and jump in the air. In the next second, he whipped around and hurled an Aura Sphere at Gavin, missing the human’s face by microns; the attack sailed into the ceiling with a smack, thankfully dampened by the structure’s move-dissipation fields. “Fuck off, asshole!”

Gavin finally stepped back, raising his hands innocently. “Whoa, whoa! Someone needs to lighten up! You should get laid, buddy, get the stick outta your ass and something longer and thicker in there like you guys like it! Doesn’t do you any good to get pent up!”

“Gavin!” Loreen’s voice cut through the air like an axe. “This gym does NOT tolerate sexual harassment! If I see you making inappropriate contact with another patron again, ESPECIALLY without their consent, I’ll see to it that your membership is revoked! Do you understand?!”

“Hah, no problem, Loreen! Loud and clear! Well, I’m off to go get my muscle on! Catch you later!” The stupid grin on his face didn’t suggest any understanding at all, and he was completely unbothered as he walked away. Khaba put a hand in his head and took some deep breaths to calm himself; he had never lost control of himself like that, but then again, he’d never gotten his ass slapped, either.

“Tell me again why that shithead’s still allowed to be around here?” Koppel grunted.

Loreen sighed. “Because he always seems to just avoid crossing the line badly enough for them to take action. Avoids being seen doing things he knows are against the rules, or watches what he gets called out on. I’ve heard he’s been kicked out of a few gyms before, and he’s learning how to get away with things without pushing them to that point. He doesn’t look like the kind of guy that can learn, but there you go.”

“Plus, there’s another gym he goes to that lets him get away with it all...even encourages it,” Khaba grunted. “Worst gym in the city, full of elitist assholes, physical and verbal and sexual abuse, and they totally gouge people on fees based on how buff and hot they are. I heard the worst things about that place when I was looking around for a gym to start working out at...they promise a bunch of shit, I’m glad I wasn’t desperate enough to buy into it.”

“Well, that’s a lot of shit. If this is the kind of thing he’s gonna do, we’re gonna get a bad reputation. We can’t just put up with it...someone should put him in his place.”

“Yeah, you’re right. And I can’t let this keep happening...almost took his fucking head off today, if he keeps pushing me like that it’s going to get me in trouble.” Khaba shook his head and looked back up again. “There are ways to deal with people like him...if you know how he thinks and how he acts, you can take care of him properly.”

Loreen and Koppel exchanged glances. “Do we want to know what you’re thinking about?” Loreen asked, a bit nervously.

“Probably, but it’s better if you don’t...I won’t be doing any of it here. I don’t want to get you guys or the gym in trouble trying to take care of this problem. Hopefully, though, this will be the last we have to worry about him acting like such a goon.”

“Don’t do anything too far,” Koppel warned. “If you get a record, that’ll make it a lot harder for you to get into the circuit.”

Khaba nodded. “Don’t worry, I won’t do anything to...hurt him. Technically.”

---

A couple days later found Gavin at West Town Heavyweights, his favorite gym in town. And it was easy to see why - he could do just about anything he wanted there, his body made him a VIP and that earned him several privileges. So what if it looked run down, hadn’t had proper maintenance in a decade or more? They weren’t threatening to kick him out over trivial shit like slapping the ass of other guys.

“It’s just a lot of bullshit, yanno?” he remarked to a fellow gymgoer, another human by the name of Paxton. He didn’t really know Paxton that well outside of the gym, but he had a body similar to Gavin’s so Gavin had decent respect for him. “They’re so uptight everywhere else. All ‘rules’ this and ‘sexual harassment’ that and...the gym’s supposed to be about getting stronger and tougher! It’s just so much pansy bullshit, that gets in the way!”

“Man, they don’t even care whether you get stronger or not, they just want membership money,” Paxton agreed. “That’s why this place is the best, they don’t coddle weaklings, they make them work for it. You don’t get discounts unless you prove yourself. It’s only for the best and toughest, baby.”

“You said it! I’m glad there’s a place like this where I can just be myself and don’t have to worry about wussy rules. It’s almost perfect...just lacking a nice Lucario bitch I can get my rocks off in when I feel like it. You think I could get Karl to hire one if I put on another 30 pounds?”

“I think you’d have way too much competition to ever get to him if the gym hired one.”

“Bah, they can take dick all day and not break a sweat, you know? Maybe we could rope one in to work out here, have Karl jack up the membership fees and make him, you know, ‘work it off.’ Boy, I know one that I’d love to get in here, would loosen him up in more than one way!”

“Well, shit, you get him in here and we’ll all have a good time for sure! Just make sure we have enough guys to keep him here, wouldn’t do us much good if he wrecked the place and got out, you know?”

“Yeah, but I’m not too worried...just gotta get a proper cock in his hole and he’ll be singing out our praises like no one’s business.” Gavin stretched out, joints popping a bit. “Mmph, well, I’m gonna go hit the showers. Later, Pax.”

“See ya, Gavin.”

Humming to himself, Gavin strode to the locker room, wiping his brow with his towel. It had been a nice workout that day, and he was sure he was already stronger than yesterday. Natural gifts, made the most of with his effort, that was why he was one of the best, at least in his mind. Others laid claim to being stronger, more physically fit, and all the like, but he could see flaws in all of them...others simply had to make up reasons why he wasn’t as good, but it was all jealousy. He stopped to admire himself in a mirror in the hallway before the locker room; one thing he never got tired of looking at was himself. And really, who could get tired of looking at him?

The locker room was empty; it was a rather unpleasant-smelling and dingy area, but all the better for driving out the weaklings who couldn’t handle a little manly stench. There was one nice bank of lockers along the far wall, though, reserved for VIPs like him, one of the few places that they actually kept up. He headed over and tossed his towel inside, then shucked off his clothes as well, dropping them in a stained plastic bag for washing. He didn’t bother covering himself up with anything as he headed for the showers; he liked showing himself off, the guys who had plenty to be proud of themselves didn’t care, and those who were prudes or intimidated could get a faceful of his sexy body, and maybe a look at his package if they were lucky enough. At full mast, Gavin boasted a nice seven inches - and he made sure to boast, especially to anyone getting a peek at the goods. Ensuring that he was the superior man, the one blessed and they could only hope to try to measure up.

There was no one to boast to today, though; the showers were as empty as the locker room. Not a big deal either, it meant he could indulge in his fantasies in the shower...he turned on the water, letting the heat of it wash over him, relaxing him from the workout. His muscles were a bit sore, but nothing he couldn’t handle...and he had one more workout to do. His hand ran down to his dick, which was already stiffening...he started to imagine a Lucario, a pouty expression on his muzzle, looking back over his shoulder as he bent over and raised his rear end for Gavin. Oh, this Lucario wanted it bad...he was the spitting image of a butt slut, had been used a thousand times and wished for nothing more than to be used a thousand more.

His face broke into a giddy grin as his imagination twisted the image just slightly...the Lucario looked very much like Khaba now, in the same position. It was proving surprisingly tough to wear down that one, but he knew it was only a matter of time before he gave in and accepted his true calling. Gavin was absolutely certain that Khaba wanted him, and badly...he was just too...whatever that weird Japanese word was. Tsundere? Something like that. He couldn’t really keep all those terms together...whatever word meant that he got aggressively reluctant to admit his desire. Once Gavin broke through that attitude, though...he stroked himself harder as he imagined leaning over Khaba, teasing his ass with the tip of his cock, drinking in that needy, desperate expression on his face…

“Thinking about someone?”

Gavin’s heart thumped. Getting caught jerking it wasn’t really something that worried him...but it was the voice that had him out of sorts, because he was dead certain it was Khaba. Even if it sounded deeper than usual...he turned, preparing a grin and a smart remark, but the words died on his tongue, and his expression was thrown off-kilter at the sight in front of him.

---

Khaba was the one grinning. It was so rare to ever get the better of Gavin...he had to savor it a bit.

He’d been watching and waiting for Gavin to come to this place. Of course, he knew it would only be a matter of time...and in fact, it was less time than he’d even expected. All the better for him, he didn’t want his ‘lesson’ to interfere with his training that much. He’d listened in on Gavin, using his aura to keep track of him...there had definitely been a bit of anger welling up when hearing Gavin talk about Lucarios, and about him in particular. But he channeled that anger, he let it fuel him. It would make everything all the sweeter.

Once Gavin was on his way to the showers, he made his move. A little psychic suggestion, a trick he’d learned from one of his hopeful battle circuit partners, and no one even noticed that he was there, but they all felt compelled to keep working out or doing whatever it was they were doing and stay away from the locker room. Leaving no trace of himself except where Gavin was concerned, that was the ideal situation, and it looked like he was pulling it off. Outside the locker room, though, he’d needed one more little change. Or rather, a nice, BIG one.

Khaba had one private weakness in his self-image: he LOVED the huge, muscular look. And he loved to give it to himself with several rounds of the move Bulk Up. He did spend time in front of the mirror looking at himself like that...he knew it was narcissistic, he knew he didn’t want to get caught up in it, but sometimes he couldn’t help himself, privately he wished he could stay like that all the time, he loved the image it gave him. But it couldn’t happen - the move was artificial, not a real strength boost, just a temporary surge that couldn’t last very long. It was only good for a bit of self indulgence...and, for this rare opportunity.

Now he stood in front of Gavin, very pleased at the human’s shock. It made sense that Gavin would be thrown off - he’d never had to look UP at Khaba before.

The nice thing about Bulk Up was that it didn’t just make him bulkier, it also made him taller. In fact, a good six inches taller for each charge of it. And with a full six charges, because he wasn’t going to get his payback with any less, he stood a full foot taller than Gavin, with muscles that made the human’s look pitiful. His arms and legs were thick and sturdy, his chest was like a tank, he had pecs and abs like you only saw on drawings, and it all looked to be in perfect proportion, nothing out of place. Sure, it wasn’t the real deal, but it didn’t have to be - all it had to do was do its job. And it appeared to be doing that QUITE well.

“What...that...that can’t be...you, Khaba?” No insulting speech this time...it was probably a lot harder for the human to be at ease putting him down when he didn’t have any physical advantage.

“You think so? Hm, well, you’d be wrong, then. It’s me, in the flesh, and quite a bit of it.” His grin had a definite tinge of malevolence to it - he wanted to be good and sure Gavin was intimidated. “Bet you didn’t know a Lucario could get this big, did you?”

“I...h-hey, you got me. Ha-ha...h-hey, buddy, let’s not...uh, do anything...RASH...here…”

“Don’t ‘buddy’ me. We couldn’t be farther from buddies. This constant attitude of yours...putting me down and harassing me, you think I was just going to let it go forever? After you got me so riled up that I lost control?” Khaba took a step forward, and Gavin stepped back in response, looking steadily more nervous. “I don’t like losing control. But I don’t like getting shit every time I’m trying to better myself, too. So I’m thinking it might be nice to take care of all those issues at once.”

“N-now...look, I...I didn’t mean it, I was just playing around-”

“Bullshit. You sure didn’t sound like you were playing around when you were talking about luring me in here and getting me banged by you and probably a whole host of other patrons here.” Gavin swallowed nervously as Khaba leaned in towards him, eyes narrowing. “And don’t think for a second I believe that you wouldn’t be giving me the exact same shit if I wasn’t towering over you. I know your kind, Gavin...and I’m not going to be your target any longer. But I know talking to you isn’t going to change a damn thing...you have to FEEL it to get the message.”

“You’re...going to...beat me up?”

“Hm. That would be satisfying, but I doubt it would have the effect I want. No…” Khaba’s paw darted out and grabbed the human’s arm, smacking it painfully against the wall. “I have a different idea. You seem...convinced that there aren’t any Lucario tops out there. I think...I’m going to prove that to you in a way you’ll never be able to deny.”

Now Gavin’s eyes opened wide. “You...you wouldn’t! I’ll...I can call for someone…I can yell loud enough for them to hear-”

“Yes...you do that. And then all your buddies can watch as you’re being made a bitch by a Lucario. Watch you take it up the ass, watch you suck in my knot, watch you cum just from being given a REAL male’s dick...you know, I think they’d have a different gym bitch in mind after seeing that, don’t you?”

“Th...that’s…” Gavin’s voice died out. He really didn’t want to say it, but...there was no way Khaba wasn’t dead on. If they saw that happening...even just taking it in the shower would be bad enough, that’s what they did with gym bitches, if you weren’t on top you had no standing. If anyone saw him taking it...it didn’t even matter if the other things happened, he’d never be looked at the same way again. And heaven forbid if they saw him getting into it! He couldn’t just let Khaba know that, though...he couldn’t…

It didn’t matter. “Heh...that’s what I thought. You’re not gonna call anyone...you’re gonna hope like hell that no one sees a damn thing, because that’s the only way you can escape with any shred of pride. Pretending it never happened to anyone else. But I have to say, one thing does surprise me...I’m threatening to do something that surely would be degrading and humiliating to you, and yet THIS…” Khaba’s other paw wrapped around Gavin’s dick - his stiff, wet dick. “Doesn’t seem to have gone down in the slightest.”

“Ngh...I-I was...just...m-masturbating…”

“Tch. It goes down pretty fast when you’re hearing something that really turns you off. Which means…”

“No! It doesn’t...it doesn’t mean anything!”

Khaba’s grin widened. “Methinks he doth protest too much…” Oh, this was fun. And he had one more thing in store for Gavin. “Heh...and this little thing is what you’re so proud of? Wow, either humans are really poorly equipped or you’re just posturing. This isn’t even as long or thick as I am normally. But the way I am now? Heh heh...you’d barely even notice it. How about I...demonstrate?”

Khaba’s legs spread a bit. His sheath was normally well hidden in his fur - he got several jokes about wearing a natural pair of shorts, and the fur around his legs typically did that trick when he wasn’t aroused. But expanded like it was now, and especially with his arousal, Gavin could clearly see the rather enormous sheath, and the balls swollen below, not fully hanging but bulging out from their positions underneath. He’d been holding his cock in with difficulty, using some of that same psychic power...not the most comfortable thing, but worth it for the presentation. Now he let go, allowing his thick, glistening red erection to rapidly slide out and captivate the cocky human. This was one last little feature of Bulk Up...a full six charges meant a doubling of length and girth, making him a real monster down below, especially his oversized knot that was visibly throbbing. And the expression on Gavin’s face was just as he’d hoped, a mixture of terror, embarrassment, and envy. “Like what you see? Don’t worry...you’ll get to do more than see soon enough.”

That was enough for Gavin to hear - he’d already suspected it but the confirmation was too much. He suddenly yanked, trying to pull out of Khaba’s grip by surprise...it was absolutely useless, he didn’t even get the paw to slip despite the wetness on his arm. And in moments he was jerked off-balance, twisted around, and then slammed face-first into the shower wall, wincing at the impact on his face and chest. Both arms were quickly pinned behind his back by a single meaty paw, leaving the other free to hold his shoulder.

Khaba leaned in, growling into Gavin’s ear. “Go ahead and struggle...it’ll only make it that much sweeter when you’re mewling like a little bitch in the end.”

The tip of his cock lined up with Gavin’s hole, and he surged in, burying himself more than halfway in in a single thrust. He had no intention of being gentle - Gavin certainly wouldn’t have given him that luxury in a reversal. It was incredibly tight, clearly the human hadn’t ever had anything up there, but Khaba’s sheer power overcame all tightness, allowing him to plunge in at will. The second thrust got him in all the way up until the thickening of his knot. That he wasn’t going to force...yet.

Gavin was gritting his teeth almost as tightly as he was clenching his ass. The sheer force of the cock stretching him out, so wide and so deep, was almost impossible to fathom. It shouldn’t have been like this, it should have been him doing this to Khaba...and even that wouldn’t have been this drastic a difference. His face burned red as he desperately tried to hold in his cry...he couldn’t give anyone any reason to come in, to see what was happening. Not with the Lucario almost fully inside him...and not when, despite the strain and ache and discomfort, he was still sporting a stiffy that wouldn’t go away.

Now Khaba reared back, drawing out more than halfway, and the drove in again...and this time, there was no stopping. His knot began slapping against the human’s ass over and over, each smack ringing through the shower over the spray of the water still cascading down, unattended and untouched by either of them. Khaba’s grunts, growls, and groans were just underneath in volume, tinged with obvious pleasure and lust. It felt GOOD, fucking Gavin, physically and mentally...like exorcising a demon and exercising his body at the same time. The human was so tight that it rapidly raised a burning pleasure in his cock from the sheer friction and tension; even his precum wasn’t loosening him up much, there just wasn’t much space to loosen. Each thump inside him sprayed a dollop more deep into Gavin’s body, where it just kind of stuck there, pushed in by the sheer mass of Lucario stuffing him.

And Gavin felt it all, viscerally and brutally. There wasn’t really any getting used to it, no adjustment...he wasn’t helping it much either, he couldn’t stop himself from tensing down and making it tighter, even when relaxing might have helped ease the strain a bit - in his panicked mind, it seemed too much like giving in, and giving in was the worst possible thing. All he could do was struggle a bit, try to get free and do something to resist...but there wasn’t any give in the Lucario’s steel grip, all he was doing was proving how useless it was. He had no real choice, nothing to do but take what Khaba planned to give him, whatever that was.

And the thing that bothered him most was that he was enjoying it, at least partly. Not only hadn’t his erection gone down, it was starting to shoot little dollops of precum. And he was starting to feel spikes of pleasure through the pain of the rutting, his prostate mashed with every thrust. And his heartbeat was rising, a heat was growing in his body and his loins...even he couldn’t deny what they represented. And the first sound that came out of him wasn’t a cry, a curse, or a whimper, but the tiniest hint of a moan.

“Fuck...you’re getting off on this, aren’t you?” Khaba cackled a bit and ramped up the pace of his thrusts, powering his hips into the human’s ass as much as he could with that knot in the way. “Hah, guess someone was projecting whenever he talked about making someone his bitch…”

Gavin’s face burned; he didn’t trust himself to respond. But...he’d had dreams, every now and then. Dreams where he was overpowered, or beaten up, and then forced into sexual situations...dicks grinding against him, or threatening to be inserted, or his own molested roughly. He’d thought that they were fears, fears of being too weak, not able to stand up for himself like a real man...maybe that wasn’t the case. Maybe he’d been lying to himself the whole time. He didn’t know...but he couldn’t bring himself to admit it to Khaba. He had to not let the Lucario know there was any real chance of him being right…

Khaba could sense it in Gavin’s aura anyway, the uncertainty and confusion and desperation. He didn’t need to get a verbal admission...there was enough satisfaction in this tacit confession for him. He sped up once more, pounding in time with his heartbeat, each slam threatening to pulverize his bitch into the tiled wall. He was close...he was going to knot his bitch soon, relieve the burn in his cock with a bucketful of cum, finally stain Gavin’s insides with another man’s seed and ensure he would be eternally marked, mentally if not physically. And that mark alone would be a power over him he could never erase...exactly what Khaba needed.

Gavin was panting now, straining to keep his voice from breaking anymore but really fighting against it. The pleasure was a constant now, he was feeling an unnatural, not-wholly-desired lust working through his body...and was uncomfortably aware of the giant mass of canine knot that was pummeling his sore hole. It was far too big, he wasn’t sure he could even take it, he knew it would stick in him and leave him bound to the Lucario for quite a while, too long for comfort, where someone could come in and see him...but deep inside him, there was a part that wasn’t as scared, a part of him that was much more curious. A part of him that wanted Khaba to tie him. And that part of him had just enough control, just enough influence, for him to loosen his ass just a bit.

It was all the opening Khaba needed. With a snarl he slammed in, stretching Gavin’s asshole way out beyond what it had been getting with his fat cock. And the start of that stretch, that vicious burn and strain in his rear, was just the point that Gavin came. He couldn’t hold it back, he let out a loud cry that echoed through the shower as he started spurting his seed onto the wall. His body clamped down in reflex, tensing through the surge from the muscular Lucario...but Khaba kept up the pressure and broke through, forcing the hole to gape wide and suck him in, until his knot popped into the human’s body. His own cry broke as a flood of Pokémon cum blasted into Gavin, flowing in heavy streams through his bowels and filling him up rapidly. The human could do nothing but shudder and shake as pleasure racked his body, mingling with the rising pressure within his guts to create a bizarrely disparate dueling sensation through him that shorted out his brain as it tried to resolve them. It left him just standing there blankly as the two rode out their climaxes...he would have started falling over if not for Khaba holding him firmly in place.

Gavin’s orgasm was faster to end, leaving him to slump loosely against the wall and in Khaba’s grip. Snickering, the Lucario pushed him more firmly against the wall, pressing his body against the human more and rubbing his fur into Gavin’s back as he continued to pump his bitch up full. Soon Gavin was moaning a bit from the pressure in his body, the mix of cock and cum getting to be too much. “Hm...getting full, are you? Get used to it...my knot’s not going down for a while. It likes to stay swollen when I’m like this…”

Gavin winced, but there was nothing he could do. It was hard enough getting it in, there was no way he wanted to try to get it out before it went down. All he could do was stand there, panting and tense, trying to relieve the sensations however he could, though there wasn’t really much recourse for him. The knot was far too big for anything to get through, and any shift he made didn’t budge it a micrometer.

And then there was Khaba over him; the canine’s triumph was humiliating, it made him feel weak, powerless, ineffective. He wished he could have voiced his objection...but Khaba shot that right down. “I wouldn’t start talking shit if I were you, or else I’m going to lift you up and parade you out into the gym for everyone there to see. Gonna be hard to deny that you’re a bitch when you’re still sitting on my knot, right?”

So Gavin had to stand there in silence, for a long, agonizing time, desperately hoping that no one came in and saw him in this position. It had to have been twenty-five or thirty minutes before he felt the pressure in his body ease...he started expelling semen even before Khaba pulled out, but it released itself in droves when the Lucario yanked himself out of that worn-out asshole and let Gavin sink onto the floor, pouring onto the shower floor and getting washed down the drain by the streaming water. And even with as much as came out of him, Gavin could still feel so much sitting deep inside him…

“And just to be clear…” Khaba’s voice was low and dangerous as he leaned down over the broken bitch. “If you try to get me in trouble for this, try to sneak your way through it and make some anonymous call, I’m going to make sure every member of every gym in the city knows exactly how much of a bitch you really are. You will never be able to show your face around without getting all the looks, all the taunts, all the same crap you’ve given so many people for so long...and believe me, it will spread beyond that without me needing to do anything else. And rest assured, all I’ll have to say is that you wanted me, and that will be easy enough to show. Let that settle in your brain for a bit, before you think about doing anything stupid.”

There was no response from Gavin, but Khaba didn’t need one. He twisted a shower on, letting hot water clean off his crotch and legs and footpaws from the cum that had splashed down on them, and then strode right out of the shower, leaving Gavin laying there. He knew Gavin would be fine - sore, exhausted, but not injured. Whether he got cleaned up quickly enough to avoid detection was not so assured, but frankly, not Khaba’s problem. He’d done what he wanted to do and was happy to leave it at that.

So long as Gavin did, too.

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“So, you want to try for 400 today?”

“Heh...I’d love to say yes, but my body still doesn’t feel ready. I think I’m gonna need another couple sessions at 380 before I move up again.”

Loreen nodded and smiled. “Of course! Don’t push yourself farther than you feel you can, you know that’ll just set you back if you strain yourself! Koppel knows that all too well!”

“Thank you so much for pointing that out yet again, Loreen,” the Poliwrath said dryly.

“Well, you should be happy to serve as an example, even if it’s of what not to do!”

“Whether I should be or not doesn’t matter, I’m really not. I’d rather be an example of success, not failure.”

“Well, if wishes were fishes, you could feed five thousand. In the meantime…” Loreen’s voice dropped as she noticed the door open. It was Gavin - the first sighting in a week. And he looked very much not his usual self - no bombast, no cocky grin, in fact mostly just a quiet, awkward and almost nervous entrance.

Khaba happened to catch his eye, and the two looked at each other briefly. No motions, no expressions given, but after a few seconds Gavin broke eye contact and hurried along, leaving not one word for the Lucario, or anyone else. The three watched, Loreen and Koppel utterly aghast, as Gavin disappeared into the locker room.

“Holy shit…” Koppel breathed.

“Well…” Khaba’s voice remained fairly even, but there was an unmistakable satisfaction in it. “That was a nice change of pace.”

Loreen just turned a bewildered gaze to Khaba. “I...I don’t know what you did...I’m not even going to ask, I think I’d prefer not to know. But...wow! You did a number on him for sure!”

“It wasn’t all that much. I just gave him a little demonstration of who’s really top dog around here. And I think I installed a bit of humility in him...taught him that boasting and bragging when you can’t back it up doesn’t really amount to much.”

“Well. I hope it sticks...you know how that kind can be, sometimes they change for a bit but they go back to what they did before. Would hate for your work to be for naught.”

“I suppose that’s true, but we’ll have to see.” Khaba let out no hint of it, but inside he was definitely grinning widely. Oh, it was going to stick all right...Gavin had, in fact, drawn some attention that night. At least three people who’d gotten curious about what the yell from the locker room was, and that Khaba had managed to keep from actually coming in and revealing to Gavin that he’d been spotted. And just as he’d exited the gym, he’d found the three waiting for him...and it turned out, he wasn’t the only one getting tired of the cocky human’s attitude. So at the first hint of backsliding, there was going to be a whole lot of reinforcement coming Gavin’s way. And perhaps, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to do some...preemptive reinforcement.

Somehow, he doubted that Gavin would be that against the idea either.