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THE THREE SNAKES

Things were going really well with the new, public club. Many eager Pokémon had joined to train and share their hobbies, wishing to toughen up their abs and dish out gutpunches. Draco, Blaziken, Dragonite and Kommo-o were happy at how much the place was growing in popularity every week.

But of course, their hobbies didn't end when they closed the gym doors for the night. Or for the weekend, for that matter. The public club might be closed, but their shared home, their private training area, was not going to be left unused just because the attention wasn't focused on it anymore. The four buff roommates still used the place to train and fight, to be a group of tough, muscled Pokémon that nevertheless were great friends.

... right?

Or maybe... there was something else. Something... well, maybe it's best that you get to know these guys better first.

Every weekend, Draco the Serperior, not wanting to look weak against these roommates of his, who have muscles that can easily pass off as steroids, wakes up early to get to the training room and do some exercise. It's generally something involving either strength or punching exercises - anything to bulk up his body, so that he could punch harder and not take as much damage should he find himself in a fight with his friends. Friends of his that have insisted that he shouldn't compare himself to them, that the differences between the species mean he can't really strife to match their physiques, and that for his kind he's simply exceptional. But he doesn't care about being great for a Serperior - he wants to be great for everyone, regardless of species. And so, he takes on rigorous physical challenges.

Normally, this training takes place before the rest of the house awakens, but sometimes, like this time, he has a partner - or rather, a trainer. It's Blaziken. He's observing how Draco works out, how he's right now doing a set of pushups on top of the ropes hanging from the ceiling, holding himself up using only his forearms.

Draco is counting out loud, with his voice clearly showing his fatigue. "One hundred and twenty-five. One hundred and... mnnngh... twenty-six..."

Blaziken seems satisfied. "You've done slightly better than your average. Perhaps you should focus on ending up less tired after a workout instead of increasing your number of reps."

He seems to be proven right because Draco can't even do ten more of those pushups until he simply stops, not wanting to outright collapse. He supports on his lower body - around the height his knees would be (were he to have any) - and takes deep breaths.

Blaziken approaches him with a towel (even though snakes don't sweat). "You really seem to have room to improve. Still, over 130 is impressive."

"But I've seen... Kommo-o do over 200 multiple times..." Draco nevertheless takes the towel, even if there's no sweat to wipe away.

"Yes, but he's a Fighting-type Pokémon. Made for physical combat," he says, disregarding Draco's previous claim. "His body, much like mine, is precisely for intense workouts. You aren't, so doing more than half of what he did is already excellent progress."

"Thanks..." Draco says with only half-hearted enthusiasm. He really feels overshadowed by his roommates.

Draco perks up after catching his breath, and Blaziken feels his arms. "Can they even get any thicker?"

"Hope so, I want to punch at you guys' weight."

"Here we go again..." Blaziken rolls his eyes, and pats Draco's pecs, eliciting a small giggle from the Serperior. "Anyways, I'll be preparing all of our breakfast in around an hour, so use this opportunity to rest and then work off some of that energy." He says, leaving the training room and leaving Draco alone.

Draco goes around a minute or so later... but once he leaves the room he comes across Kommo-o. Talking about Rome...

"Oh, hey, Kommo-o..." Draco greets him, his voice still sounding a little hoarse.

"You've been working out." Kommo-o goes straight to the point. No greeting, no nothing. Just simple words.

"Yeah, some arm exercises and stuff."

"Aiming to become stronger..." Kommo-o smirks knowingly, nodding. "I like your dedication, even if you set your goals too high."

"I want to feel like I could beat you someday."

Draco is convinced he saw a very minor blush come onto his roommate's cheeks. "You will never know it unless you try."

And now Draco is convinced this is going to end up with him as a pummeled mess. "Is... that a challenge?"

Kommo-o nods slowly. "You don't look too tired, I'm sure you can show me how capable you are."

When Kommo-o is bent on a fight, the only way to not fight him is to have someone else do so. And there is no one else here but Draco. "Uhm... I think I am a little-"

Kommo-o flexes as a way of telling Draco he's not going to let him back out of this. "Show your roommate who's boss!"

"You."

Kommo-o lightly punches Draco's chest. "I will not accept that claim unless we fight."

At this point Draco just accepts the painful fate awaiting him, knowing full well Kommo-o isn't letting him back out of this. "Just let me go get my gear together..."

A few minutes later, the two are in opposite corners of the living room's boxing ring.

Kommo-o looks really serious - not "I'm going to win" serious, but "I want to test you" serious. Sitting down in the corner, hunched over, does not hide his fantastic physique, especially his massive shoulders and arms.

Being coiled down in his corner does not hide Draco's own incredible build... but he's legitimately afraid of how Kommo-o's serious punches might hurt him. Badly, sure, but the question is how badly.

"Get up!" Kommo-o orders, standing up from his crouch and taking a step forward towards the centre of the ring. Draco does the same... but with a lot less confidence. "Don't look at me as if I were about to kill you! Look at me as if you're trying to knock me out cold! Show me that you have guts!"

Draco tries to please Kommo-o, taking a deep breath and taking on what looks to be a more aggressive stance, his face showing determination rather than fear. Or at least it seems.

"That's better." Kommo-o takes on a guard stance. "I'll give you 10 seconds where I won't be trying to hit you. Show me your attacking moves, anything you got in mind."

Knowing that Kommo-o is going to let him temporarily be in the lead makes Draco feel confident enough to take charge. First comes a cross-body jab... which does not hit, as Kommo-o skillfully parries the blow.

Draco tries to apply pressure between jabs and attempts of heavy shots to either the body or the face, but since Kommo-o is fully focused on defence, he just can't land one. The only thing he's managing to do is to push Kommo-o back to his corner. With his back to the ring, and when those 10 free seconds cease, Draco finally manages to land a hit! It's an uppercut to the upper abs, a hit that would put anyone in sharp pain.

Except Draco felt more like he just punched a wall. Kommo-o's abs are rock-hard, and he doesn't budge a centimetre. That can discourage many opponents - and certainly intimidates Draco.

"Okay, 10 seconds are over... better show me your defence!" Kommo-o warns and begins to throw punches of his own.

Defence is something Draco can do better, with his good reflexes, so Kommo-o too does not find it easy to land blows on him. Draco tries to throw counters of his own, but without much success. In fact, by trying to hit back, all he earned for himself was a punch to the abdomen.

"Aaaaugh!" Draco feels like he had been hit by a car. And the two hooks, one to each side, followed by an uppercut to the chin only make things worse. He finds himself stumbling to the ropes, barely holding up despite only taking four hits. "Damn... it was worse than I thought."

But that doesn't deter the Serperior, no. He perks up again and goes for a wicked hook at Kommo-o's head. Kommo-o blocks, but Draco lands a quick jab to the nose, which does surprise the grey dinosaur - his head is not as sturdy as his abs.

The result? A mildly annoyed Kommo-o slugging Draco right in the belly. Draco falls back as he lets out a yelp of pain, and then another one when Kommo-o attempts to uppercut him, but he manages to dodge the attack.

In a counter-offensive, Draco goes for another hook, but this time to Kommo-o's central abs. It lands, squarely, and it even makes him let out a very small grunt. Amazing job from the grass serpent... who can't celebrate because Kommo-o pulled the same move, except Draco finds it a lot more painful now. Draco hunches around the fist, his untensed, previously worn-down belly unable to do much against such power.

"Oh, don't tell me you're already giving in," says Kommo-o, sounding slightly satisfied but also disappointed at how quickly Draco seems to writhe in agony. An uppercut to the stomach as he's hunching over does not help matters, and Draco has to hold onto Kommo-o's arm to not fall off completely. "I see. You really were as tired as you claim, but you refuse to admit defeat? I like the spirit, but..." Another punch to the gut gives Draco very painful cramps in his sides. Kommo-o smirks. "... I won't show mercy here."

Hearing that, Draco moves away from Kommo-o, not wanting his poor abs to be further abused. But... it's now his face that is suffering, as Kommo-o delivers a series of powerful punches to his face, making him stumble backward until he bumps into the ropes once more.

Struggling to even raise his head, when Kommo-o is next to him, all Draco has in front of his eyes are those seemingly-unbreakable abs. He can't avoid blushing a bit, despite the stinging sensation.

As a last resort, Draco punches straight at Kommo-o's solar plexus, but he has so little strength that it only slightly makes Kommo-o gasp, feeling only some air escape his lungs.

The brief stinging feeling that Kommo-o received does not make him angry. In fact, it makes him chuckle a bit. "If you want that punch to work, you'd need to hit harder," Kommo-o tells him, before launching his own punch to Draco's solar plexus.

A loud gasp, and Draco drops to the mat, badly winded. Wheezing and gasping, he struggles to get up, but he cannot muster any real energy. "I..." He coughs. "I... give up."

Hearing those words immediately makes Kommo-o stop being so fired up and smile, before helping the weaker Pokemon stand. "Must say, Draco, you really did show a surprising amount of stamina."

"... how...?" Barely able to breathe, Draco shakes his head. To him, it only took very few punches to put him in this state.

"For the difference between our bodies, our physiques, our species... you took way more damage than I expected," explains Kommo-o, shaking his head. "And you somehow, when tired, took a hard punch to your solar plexus and did not lose consciousness."

Kommo-o gives Draco a congratulatory hug, although the Serperior is too weak to return it as he'd have liked.

"I'm sure you can get tougher. Maybe not to the level of the rest of us, but still. Maybe I could give you some tips if you want," suggests Kommo-o.

"Oh... that would... mmmmmngh... be great," wheezes Draco.

"Now, I'll do with you what I do with anyone that gives me a good fight."

Now that's something Draco genuinely does not know. He had never fought Kommo-o, and he had always seen Kommo-o go with his opponent to his bedroom after sparring sessions. So... what would Kommo-o be hiding?

Not that Draco has any strength to resist, or even ask questions, anyway. Still locked by Kommo-o's powerful embrace, he can't avoid being dragged to his victor's room.

Right in the bedroom, Draco and Kommo-o find Dragonite sitting on his bed.

Seeing Draco's beaten body and face, and that he and Kommo-o are wearing boxing gloves, it takes him no time to what happened.

And he sounds delighted. Childishly delighted. "Oh, so you finally got Draco to fight you!" He tells Kommo-o.

"Yes, and while it was predictably easy, he did take quite a beating for someone who belongs to a scrawny species," says Kommo-o proudly.

He walks past Dragonite and puts down (though it was more like a throw or a slam) Draco back-first on his own bed. Draco is in such pain that even that makes him moan aloud.

Dragonite smirks as he sees this, his stare going directly to Kommo-o. "Oh, so you are totally..." he begins.

"It's the reward for giving a good match," Kommo-o replies, stating it very matter-of-factly.

That makes Dragonite stand up and slowly walk out. "Well, then, I better leave you two for your... heh... reward," he chuckles.

If Draco weren't still so lightheaded, he'd have already figured out something, but alas, he doesn't. Not even when Kommo-o takes off his and Draco's gloves, then sits on the bed, laying his knees on the sides of Draco's legless lower body. Not even when he begins to slide off the protective green layer of skin off Draco's shoulders, arms and stomach, showing the white scaly toned torso muscles and light green arms underneath.

It's only when Kommo-o lays his hands on Draco's abs that he realizes exactly what he's doing. Or what he thinks Kommo-o is trying to do.

"I like to give my opponents a good massage," explains Kommo-o without warning, making Draco gasp loudly. "It's my way of appreciating the fight I had, and when I win it's a nice way to help their sore muscles heal faster," he says, giving that battered six-pack a quick squeeze.

A quick squeeze for which Draco can't avoid gasping again.

"It's really interesting that your kin has some sort of natural one-piece clothing that covers the near entirety of your body," Kommo-o comments while continuing to knead the area around his midsection with his claws, rubbing away the tension in his muscles and sending waves of pleasure through Draco's body. "It's clear it wasn't made for a body build like yours, though, because it's very form-fitting and through it, you can see every curve of your musculature, including these abs." At this point Draco isn't sure if Kommo-o is merely massaging him or if he's also hitting his buttons, but whatever he is doing certainly feels amazing. "If you keep building up muscle, that covering is not going to be enough. Perhaps you could consider wrapping the upper portion as if one were wrapping a shirt on one's hips and effectively move around what we'd consider shirtless."

"You... ngh... you think so?" Draco asks, struggling because the massaging and the conversation and seeing Kommo-o so close and above him are causing him to feel a bit pleased. Perhaps more than that. We could call it... arousal, perhaps...? But surely Kommo-o doesn't realize - or he does and he just does not care.

"Strong torsos like yours or mine should not suffer the ignominy of being hidden from view. You've done a very good job with your physique, Draco, so there's nothing wrong with trying to be a bit of a showoff."

"But it's... nowhere near as good as yours... ngh... or Blaziken's... mmmmph... or Dragonite's..." Draco is really struggling to talk through his growing desire now.

Kommo-o continues talking anyway, seemingly unaware of how much Draco is enjoying his touch. "I think they have told you before. Blaziken and I are Fighting-type Pokémon and thus our bodies are made to build strength and muscle. Dragonite is of a physically-strong species so he can keep up even if his body doesn't have a particular affinity towards fitness." He says what Draco has heard all the time in this place and that he never took it well (because, to him, it sounds like they are pitying his lack of physical prowess) but he listens clearly this time. Perhaps Kommo-o's palms and claws giving his muscles such strong attention is making him open up to Kommo-o? "You are from a physically-weak species with no affinity towards contact sports and muscle building. Do you feel weak towards us? Well, imagine what other Serperior would feel towards you."

Kommo-o interrupts the massage to run his hands all over Draco's arms, chest and abs. The Serperior finds it difficult to resist, shivering as he tries to hold back a moan. The blush, however, makes it impossible for Draco to hide any longer, and he lets out a soft whimper instead.

"How long are you going to keep lying to yourself? You can't call yourself weak. You are stronger than many Pokémon, even if those are not us."

Kommo-o gives Draco another squeeze on his abs, drawing out a deep breath from the Serperior. And then another, this time squeezing harder, until Draco finally cracks and moans aloud.

"And how long are you going to keep hiding that you love this?"

Turns out Kommo-o did know this. "Oh..." Draco simply sighs.

And to his surprise, Kommo-o immediately calls off the massage and changes his position so that he's lying on Draco, their torsos pressed together. "You love it when someone shows admiration for your body," Kommo-o states bluntly. "In particular, to your abs."

Draco now feels like he's an open book. "Y-Yes... and your body does feel good when touched... nnngh..." Kommo-o's proximity is just too arousing.

"Do you want to know why I really wear boxing trunks when I box? It's not because it's a standard practice among professional fighters, but because my strength being challenged gets me aroused." Kommo-o's words pretty much tell Draco everything. "When I and goaded into doing a lot of exercises, or when I'm in a fight, I get such a boner... that I need the trunks to hide it..."

"I knew you loved fights... but not up to that point..."

"I can take off my trunks if you wish," Kommo-o offers, sliding closer to Draco.

A difficult situation where Draco's shyness in intimate situations is betrayed by two words: "Do it..."

Kommo-o obliges and, with incredible dexterity, with just his legs he pulls down his boxing trunks, exposing his groin and his erection. Draco can't see it from this angle, but he feels the pointy tip pressing against his legless lower body.

Draco does not reply. He just blushes more deeply.

Kommo-o throws the trunks away from them. "Perhaps you too can get fully exposed. Show me all of Draco."

Aaaaaand that's what he kind of saw coming but nevertheless stuns him. Kommo-o wants to have the two of them pressed together and naked.

"Or you can let me slide off the rest of your protective skin." Kommo-o says, using a claw to trace Draco's pecs and abs, further driving his lust.

A wince and a nod give Kommo-o the green light. Standing up (and letting Draco see that full mast of his), Kommo-o slides slowly downward, revealing every inch of Draco's body as he goes, until everything is exposed, and Kommo-o can have a good look at how Draco looks underneath that removable green skin.

Near the tip of Draco's tail, protruding out of his cloaca, there's a lovely hard cock. Kommo-o grabs the tail, but without touching that eager member yet. "Didn't know that you serpents had their cloaca so far down... the more you know." Then he wraps Draco's tail around his waist so that their cocks get to rub together. The two quickly gasp and lightly moan... and they have only just begun.

Kommo-o crawls back to the bed and uses his powerful arms to wrap the serpent in a horny embrace, pinning him beneath himself as he moves atop the weaker Pokémon.

"Feel free to punch me," Kommo-o says with a very confident smirk. "It makes me hot seeing you try."

"I... also get horny when punched..." Draco admits sheepishly. "You haven't pummeled my abs enough, Kommo-o."

"Then I'll be happy to continue punching them." Kommo-o says and punches the side of Draco's abdomen again.

Draco expected something lighter, more playful, but maybe 'playful' for Kommo-o means hitting hard. Draco lets out a pained groan, but by no means he'll let this stop, and returns fire with a jab aimed at Kommo-o's midsection.

Kommo-o only slightly grunts (he's stronger and way less damaged), but he takes it with plenty of enthusiasm, throwing his own right hook.

That hurts Draco greatly again, but he loves it and does his own follow-up attack, aiming straight for the left side of Kommo-o's stomach.

As they exchange hits and let out different levels of pained reactions, their arousal grows ever hotter, helped by the rubbing of flesh between them.

Pained grunts and moans are heard in-between moans of pleasure, both getting louder and more frequent as the blows rain down upon one another.

Draco is taking a serious beating on his midsection while Kommo-o feels more like he's being teased. Nevertheless, the two feel compelled to hit each other harder as they lose themselves in the heat of battle... and the heat of passion.

They keep going until they cannot resist anymore... and I don't mean their abs, but their raging erections. Almost simultaneously, they come, spurting ropes of cum onto each other's pecs and bellies.

They stop hitting each other, focusing on all that warm seed that covers their bodies, and all that pleasurable warmth inside them... and, well, the intense pain Draco is once again feeling, courtesy of Kommo-o.

"Oh, I really loved that..." Kommo-o tells Draco, feeling his slightly pained but also wet abs, his voice tone showing how satisfied he is.

"I... think I never felt so much combined pain and pleasure before..." Draco replies, also sounding satisfied, but also groaning because Kommo-o's foreplay of sorts really did a number on him.

The two stay that way, hugging and pressing their muscles together for a few minutes after finishing, letting them catch up their breath.

"Had I known this beforehand..." Draco says, panting heavily. "... I would have accepted a challenge sooner..."

"Not that I asked you before..." Kommo-o chuckles a bit. "But I am open to future challenges. Maybe one day you could be the one in control."

"We could try it in a few minutes," Draco suggests, sounding very excited.

That proposal surprises Kommo-o. "What do you mean?"

"I'm a serpent, remember? That means that, unlike you, I have two cocks." Draco grins, very pleased with himself and his anatomy.

"But... I only saw one."

"Of course, you silly," Draco lightly punches Kommo-o's snout. "I have two, but it's only one at any given time. The one I just used has already retreated back, so if you want some more action..."

"No way. If we go back to punching each other, I'll be knocking you out cold."

"But I'd be the one in control, remember?" Draco smirks. "We could do something like this..."

With some quick movements, Draco suddenly wraps his legless lower body around Kommo-o's legs, immobilizing them, and uses his Vine Whips to wrap his wrists, also immobilizing his arms. He also makes Kommo-o lay back-first on his torso.

"Ah!" Being a little lightheaded after coming, Kommo-o couldn't stop the sudden assault, nor could he prevent the limb locks from happening.

Draco lays his arms on Kommo-o's amazingly-toned, wet-with-cum torso muscles, and slowly gives them a squeeze.

It's a soft squeeze, so Kommo-o does not feel much, but it really conveys that he cannot move his limbs freely. "What do you intend to do?"

"Does this... answer your question?" Draco says, before throwing a punch at Kommo-o's belly.

Kommo-o grunts, his abs being slightly worn-down from the previous exchange of hits. "Ngh... I see... leaving me defenceless against those fists... you are quite the resourceful serpent..."

Draco flashes his second, erect cock to the bound Kommo-o. "Ready for Round 2, tough guy?"

"Not entirely..." Kommo-o looks at his cloaca. It's too early to have another erection. "But the rest of my body is ready."

And so it begins, a continuous sequence of Draco throwing whatever hard punches his remaining arms can muster, against the abs of a Kommo-o that can't move away and can only take the punishment.

It's like trying to wear down stone, but still, Draco keeps attacking. In the process, he rubs his member over Kommo-o's groin area.

The prospect of wearing down such rock-solid abs, alongside the rubbing, causes Draco's arousal to rise rapidly. For that reason, he slows down on the rubbing and focuses more on delivering punches instead.

"Heh..." Kommo-o grins in between some of his first winces since he started taking these attacks. "You know that if you keep rubbing... mph... you won't be able to last much."

"You... nnngh... got me there..." Draco comments as he hits and moans. "I... want to make it so that I come over your badly bruised abs..."

Kommo-o gives out a satisfied chuckle. "Challenging me, eh? Please do so..."

Even when not rubbing, continuously punching such strong abs that at only barely starting to bruise and get tender is making Draco feel quite good... better than great! Kommo-o's progressively slightly louder grunts are followed by Draco's pleasured yelps.

Kommo-o wishes they had taken more time to do this, because he sees Draco's twitching cock and makes him think he'd have liked to do so when he too had a hard-on. But oh well, maybe another day... for now, he enjoys being the unbreakable punching bag of a horny snake.

Kommo-o begins to grit his teeth as his abdominal muscles are slowly being worn down, for Draco might be weaker and tired, but enough hits are going to cause bruises. His grunts now really show he is indeed feeling pain, even if not too much, and also pleasure, even though he can't display that physically.

But... Draco is slowing the frequency of the punches. He's hitting as hard as he can, but they are coming out less often.

And then... he just stops. Why? Well, because he simply reached his second coming, coating Kommo-o's abs and chest with more of his hot seed. He releases his limbs, unable to continue giving him abuse - he's too tired and too spent.

Despite not getting any close to struggling, Kommo-o is satisfied. He repositions himself to now lie sideways on top of Draco, who blushes even more given the angle he has for Kommo-o's muscles. "You know, Draco... next time, we do this first, when you are not tired and when I'm not on my refractory period." He rubs Draco's pecs. "I want you to give me a good pounding, but when I can get off on it, too. Okay?"

Draco takes a good while to catch his breath. "I... promise... I'll give your abs plenty of pummeling."

"Also, I'll give you a little word of warning. Blaziken and Dragonite WILL want you to do something like this to them," Kommo-o adds.

"But... they have to find out first."

Kommo-o then points at the open door.

"... oh." Draco assumes, then, that Blaziken and Dragonite have heard everything. "... then I'll have to be ready, because they are also strong punchers."

"Then I can give you tips later so that you can get better at taking hits," Kommo-o says, before winking, which tells Draco why he wants him to last longer.

And then they just cuddle a bit before Draco grabs his protective green skin, and the two get enough energy to have a shower and clean up.

TO BE CONTINUED...?