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“Ninety-six!" Dane yelled out, his face, bare chest, and bare legs, glistening with sweat as he leaned forward. His palms struck the thick red foam that covered the floor and with each call, came a loud grunt, a triumphant roar, that echoed through the empty poke-fitness center.

Before him, an Incineroar flexed her muscles and grinned down as her blazing belt warped the air around her with its heat and her literal burning passion. Her whole body tensed, her legs, thick and toned, trembled, as she held onto a fat metal bar connected to a shiny box of the same metal stationed at the back of the center. Numbers on the side of the machine read several hundred pounds or more. More likely than not, that number was well-over the written warning signs for pokemon of her size and weight class, but big red signs never stopped her anyway.

Dane slapped his palm with the next few numbers, filled with just as much vigor as when Zennah had begun her self-imposed challenge. He grinned in anticipation, locking gazes with her as she reached one hundred.

Then and there, she paused, gripping the bar and holding it by her belt. She began to ease up, standing up fully as she heaved through her nose in excitement. A low growl rumbled from the depths of her lungs as she made her statement. One hundred was nothing to her, just like it had been on every single other machine in the facility.

After no less and a full minute, Zennah raised the bar above her head, then finally released it. The mass of wire connecting it to the machine suddenly went taught and the metal bar whipped backward, landing against the apparatus with a loud clang. Dane couldn't help but sigh, thankful that the simple idea of how easy it was to dominate such training equipment didn't make her want to do it again. The owners of the center certainly did not approve of sleeping in the facility, but if Zennah would have continued, he wouldn't have had much of a choice.

“Gragh!!" Zennah growled, stomping a foot with a wild, toothy grin. She bent down over Dane and flexed her muscles, but when the flames of her belt neared his face he gasped before lowering his head and covering up. Zennah's grin vanished for a moment, replaced with an expression of sudden alarm with the realization that Dane wasn't actually fireproof. Her flames dissipated almost instantly, and her once wide and proud grin…well…mostly stayed the same.

She loosed an apologetic growl, then chuckled, remaining in position as Dane lowered his palms and shook about his long disheveled hair. Afterward, he began to lift his head, smiling as he gazed trailed up her furry legs, then her thighs until he was staring straight at her womanhood. He looked for a long while at a lush patch of pubic fur laid out just over her pussy. It was soft and lush, and just like the rest of her fur between her legs, was soaked in sweat and excitement.

It had been coming for a long time, hours they had to wait thanks to the foam flooring and thick textiles on each piece of equipment. After the smell of a couple poorly cleaned orgasms caught the attention of a few pokemon in heat that had been working out, cameras had been installed at almost every corner. Since they were easy to operate from a computer in the front, Dane had turned them off after the center had officially closed for the day, leaving them to grab, squeeze, and kiss until it was time to go.

Dane's gaze continued its climb up her body, up her firm, figure until he was looking into her eyes and she was staring back, grinning.

“Good work as always, Zennah," Dane said, his voice soft and sincere. Even he was surprised to hear how genuinely trainer-like that sounded coming from him, but Zennah beamed with joy at the compliment.

“Rooooar!" She exclaimed, raising a fist and balling it tight.

Afterward, they went silent, merely looking into each other's eyes until Dane realized that Zennah was waiting for him to stand. He chuckled at the sudden insight before standing up, sweating, but stronger, and more eager than ever. Zennah took the time to admire the similar perfection that was Dane's form, small and compact, but fit, a little flexible, and surprisingly strong. She purred as Dane stood before her, his boxers packed with a greater piece of training equipment than any of the fitness center's machines could ever hope to become.

Zennah stood up and started toward the locker rooms, catching his eye with a coy glance and a flick of her tail that lapped his bulge. Dane followed close behind, raising a hand and suddenly bringing it down on her ass with a smack so loud that it echoed throughout the entire gym. Zennah yelped out with a surprisingly high pitch and staggered a step forward before looking back to her replacement coach.

Dane winked, stepping over his shirt that he'd tossed aside when they took a “break" near the treadmills. He scanned the floor out of the corners of his eye on the way to the locker room, but after using every single kind of machine, there was no telling where his pants were. Before long, Zennah had pushed her way into the locker room's and Dane was close on her tail, just in time for the automatic lights to come on.

They managed no more than three full steps into the room before the door had closed behind them. Their bare feet touched the soft, granite floors that had been cleaned and polished before the gym had closed. Cleaned and polished like it was every single night…to look and smell clean for the following day. Zennah slowed significantly and Dane reached forward to grip her tail, stroking it roughly as he stepped up to her side. Rows of lockers separated by spacious benches lined the hallway up until the showed, but they passed by the lockers at a walk's pace.

Dane's hand trailed up her tail and to her tight rump, before giving it another commanding smack, though not quite as hard as before. Still, Zennah called out, the sound an odd amalgamation of a roar and a moan, each in pain and pleasure. She coiled her tail around Dane's wrist, stroking his soft body as his palm pushed between her soaked thighs, roughly cupping her womanhood.

Zennah staggered past the lockers rooms and into a vast open space, hot tubs, more benches, and basic grooming supplies. She couldn't manage a full glance at anything as she passed into the showers with a moan. The sounds of her claws tapping against the polished floor and Dane's feet softly clapping against the surface echoed in a cluttered mess until it had finally gone silent, replaced by a soft, feral, longing pant.

Beneath a shower head on the far end of the plain space separated by no stalls, or walls, Dane pressed Zennah against the wall. His strength to be so meager in comparison to her own almost felt overbearing as his fingers poked, and prodded her tight folds. Zennah's legs trembled, her muscled tightened her back and arms and legs, and her belt of excited flames began to grow again. Mindless of the size of her flames, aware only of the sensation stemming from beneath them, she sucked in a deep breath through her teeth and caught the small bumpy surface of the wall with her claws before suddenly moaning again.

Dane bared his teeth in a feral grin, winking an eye as the flames began to grow. With his free hand, he reached around Zennah's body, careful of the growing flames and their sporadic lapping of the air before clumsily finding the handle to the faucet and flinging it on. Moments later, a powerful spray of water poured onto the two of them and Zennah's flames hissed angrily. Dane's whole body tensed and he gasped at the feel of the cold water, his teeth chattering as Zennah continued to squirm and clench, around his fingers.

“Ahh…" Dane sighed as the water slowly shifted from cold to hot and Zennah began to calm down. She looked over her shoulder to him, pushing her hips back against him until she threatened to push him off balance, grinding her ass against his pelvis. He swept his hand from the handles to Zennah's thighs, lifting a leg from under her with ease.

Zennah's tail, flicked up his body, spraying his face with droplets of water as she moaned out, curling her toes on her straightened leg, then her bent one. She took his cock between her thighs, and gently grinded against his length, shutting her eyes at the mere idea of the only workout she'd actually been anticipating all day…though she was unsure if Dane saw it the same way.

Dane firmly gripped her hips from behind, and with staggered, though sound steps he pulled her backward until she stood staring down at the ground and her arms fully outstretched before her. He didn't wait for anymore purrs of affection of gentle growls before beginning to thrust his hips between her toned thighs, where his thick messy spurts of precum stuck to her belly and the soft flame-like pattern of gold fur on her waist. The sound of water was far louder on her back, but the sounds of their bodies smacking together were still louder and stuttered with soft grunts and moans.

“Clench for me…!" Dane said through his grit teeth as he felt himself peaking, and Zannah eagerly obeyed, tightening her furry red thighs about his cock. Each thrust sent a surge of feral desire through the Dark-type's body and each smack made her extremities tighten. In her excitement she'd gripped him tight enough to hold him in place, leaving him to grunt as he failed to pull himself back.

Zennah loosed a feral moan, savoring the feeling for the moment it lasted before she allowed him to free himself, sucking hot water through her clenched teeth as the head of his cock split her folds. Dane leaned forward, chuckling between breaths and Zennah looked back to him with a smirk, loosing a lustful growl as she tossed her tail over his shoulder and around his neck.

Dane regained his balance in a matter of moments with the help of Zennah's tail, bearing down on her hips as he clumsily prodded around her sex. He licked his lips, lining himself up with a peculiar look of intensity, eager to make his next move count. Suddenly he thrust his hips forward, pulling Zennah back as hard as she could, but she didn't budge an inch, as Dane parted her

“Graaagh!!" Zennah roared, drowning out the loud, wet smack of Dane's pelvis against her ass. She clenched her claws and curled her tail around Dane's neck. He grinded his hips forward and gripped the base of Zennah's tail, savoring her warmth.

Dane grinned as he pulled back and thrust forward once more, the smack of their bodies echoing out in the empty room. Then he raised his palm and brought it down against her ass. Again she moaned, lifting a leg as her pussy stretched and clenched, kneading every inch of his length.

“Take my cock," Dane grunted through clenched teeth, his voice low and commanding. Then came his palm again, the sound breaking up the deep moans and pants and growls.

Zennah reached back and took hold of Dane's hip, groping his fit, dark chocolate figure as he moved against her. Each and every thrust left her insides burning hotter than her muscles during an intense workout, and she reveled in the feeling. The fire-type's waist began to steam as raging flames were instantly doused in cool water.

Dane grinned from ear to ear as the sheet of steam created a barrier between them. He leaned further forward, pushing past the hot steam with a gasp as he lifted Zennah's right leg. She lifted her leg with his movements, focused on his eyes and clenched teeth moving closer to her. Suddenly, she lifted her claws on his waist to the back of her head, twisting her body to lean back. Moments later their lips were pressed together and as Dane braced himself against her backside, Zennah slipped her tongue into his mouth.

“So close…" Dane moaned in a whisper. He closed his lips to feel the rough surface of her tongue as she lifted her claws behind his head.

Zennah growled into Dane's mouth, the sound muffled his tongue. Even in the coolness of the shower, it was getting hot again, but Dane's didn't grunt or groan. They continued to kiss beneath the rushing water, listening only to the sounds of each other and their bodies smacking against one another.

Dane struggled to juggle keeping his release in check and keeping Zennah from sucking his tongue out of his mouth. Every step of the way she thrust back against his cock, spilling pussy juice against his leg that was acutely hotter than the water. He gasped at the feel of it against his inner thighs and on his balls, suddenly biting down on Zennah's tongue.

“Mmm!?" Zennah gasped in surprise, her tongue roughly scraping against the roof of Dane's mouth.

Pain suddenly mixed with Dane's pleasure, leaving his eyes to glaze over. Strangely enough, Zennah had been wearing that same melted expression of ecstacy. It was when he was staring deep into her eyes that he let his muscles contract and cock jerk uncontrollably. Zennah backed her body up, taking his cock to the very hilt as she tightened her tail around his neck. Once more, the Dark-type connected their lips, then came that familiar warmth and throbbing deep within her.

Zennah pulled Dane's head closer until breathing through their mouths was entirely impossible. They stifled each other's growls, but none of their soft, lustful moans that reverberated through their bodies. Zennah leaned forward as Dane's seed doused the only fire that battle and exercise couldn't put out, letting her tongue free from Dane's mouth to finally pant and gasp for breath. Pussy juice ran down her legs and Dane's, the crystalline fluid mixing with the water and running down a nearby drain. All the while Dane continued to throb, remnants of his excitement showing in jerky thrusts and a tight hold on Zennah's hip and tail.

“Ah…Zennah…" Dane moaned between breaths. Even after Zennah's orgasm had come and gone, his own persisted, spilling thick essence deep inside of her. Zennah began to knead his tongue with her own again, accepting every last drop of his seed until she couldn't anymore, and it began to spill down her leg.

Zennah turned back to the wall and moaned out long and deep. By the time Dane had gone still and his orgasm had finished, Zennah was staring down into the drain between her legs, watching Dane's seed pool around her right leg before running into the drain. Dane echoed her moan shortly afterward, swaying on his feet as he held onto Zennah's ass for balance. He couldn't help but lick his lips in hunger and anticipation as he slowly pulled out.

As Dane's rock hard, throbbing cock came free, so did the sperm packed so deeply within her. Zennah purred at the feel, lowering her claws to her pussy, feeling herself as the sticky, slippery stuff ran through her fingers before dripping onto the metal drain. Dane rested his cock between Zennah's plump cheeks and a palm on her back as he caught his breath.

For a long while, the incineroar and her partner were content merely with the feel of each other and the running water. With each passing minute, soft shallow pants grew deeper and Dane's palms, still and resting, quickly began to grope about. Soon afterwards they were looking into each other's eyes, but all they could do was stare. Dane remembered what happened the last time someone had come for a surprise inspection and didn't wish for a repeat, so he began to smile, then Zennah did as well.

“I guess…" Dane looked Zennah over, then reached past her as she turned about. Behind her, he swiped a small bottle of fur and hair shampoo, then held it up. “We'll just have to fit the rest our shower stretches…into our good night stretches."

Zennah's eyes sparked to life and through a sudden veil of steam, she roared in affirmation.