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"It comes down to this, folks. Lucario versus Riachu in the final moments of the match; Lucario has the upper hand on Riachu! His losing streak may finally be over, folks!" The announcer called over the intercom as the fight below was taking place. Riachu was stunned and a bit confused still as well, but Lucario was notorious for throwing away seemingly winnable matches by trying to rouse the crowd and then turning his back on the opponent even when they were not fully downed.

Luxray and Zoroark were also on Lucario's team, but all were under their trainer Price, who was setting himself up to be the next big Pokémon master, and neither Zoroark nor Luxray were particularly proud of their teammate's showmanship in battle. He had the makings of a powerful Pokémon, Price would say after each battle, if only Lucario could stop trying to cheer the crowd on for his final move just a bit too long. Price often said he was like a wrestler who just wanted the crowd's attention before making the knock-out, but he never was sure when to stop vying for their attention before it was too late.

Luxray hardly ever spoke to Lucario, but the two of them knew inaudibly that Luxray outright hated Lucario. Rarely, Luxray would have to be sent in to make the final finishing blows when Lucario screwed up, but more often than not, Luxray was Price's pawn in the chess game because statistically, he was actually the weakest of the Pokémon; however, Luxray was also the most skilled of the three and he usually single-handedly took out at least half of the opponents himself with his skillful strategies. Luxray often went underappreciated by the other two teammates if only because he rarely spoke to them. His need to be the best Pokémon under Price's guidance usually made him arrogant, but only Lucario ever seemed to notice.

"And he's probably going to blow it too." Luxray said with a haughty 'hmpf' sound in his punctuation. He folded his arms over his chest and just kept watching from the bench. Luxray had been pretty badly damaged at the end of the first opponent, not entirely unusual for him if the enemy was well-leveled, but by now he was recovering.

"Now, Luxray..." Price chided with a bit of a paternal tone in his voice. Luxray went silent again.

"He's cheering on the crowd, everyone! Show your support for Lucario, folks! This is surely the end to his unfortunate losing streak!" The announcer was shouting into the intercom. He seemed to be on the edge of his seat, or at least his voice was. Lucario was doing his touchdown dance, but everyone could clearly see that Riachu was recovering from the fight's injuries already. His confusion had passed and the stunned phase was quickly wearing off as well. Lucario just kept on cheering.

Zoroark was a bit more vulgar than Luxray's quiet demeanor, and surely louder. "You idiot; look behind you!" he was calling out with his loud screaming voice. Just like his teammates, Zoroark was always after Price's affection and the spot of most powerful Pokémon on the team. He could barrel into the fight, burn through his move list in under a minute, and then have to leave to recharge his system. But that one minute was usually enough to make sure that at least two of the Pokémon he was fighting were entirely knocked out of the fight. Unlike Luxray, however, Zoroark knew he was the best at everything he did. He always made Price smile, always pleased him in fights, never fell in battle, and his ego was more inflated than the Hindenburg and just as inflammatory towards others if they challenged him on it.

"Now, Zoroark..." Price began again with the same tone he gave Luxray, but Zoroark loved to cut him off before he got any further.

"You watch, Price. You'll regret throwing him out there. He's going to lose this fight for us."

Price shook his head and gave a knowing smile. "I had a talk with him about his showing off, Zoroark. He knows he can't make the crowd shout his name unless the fight is won. He has to win before he gets the glory." He stated with a confident smile.

Zoroark went flush with anger, even at his trainer. He knew that if he pissed Price off it would be at least a week in the Pokémon's ball before he could even bring himself to the level of saying something remotely close to an apology. Zoroark was way too proud to ever say he was the one at fault. He'd show Price just how bad Lucario was, but Lucario often did that himself without concern.

"You'll see. He's about to lose it now-"

"Oh, folks, it seems Lucario has forgotten his opponent entirely. Look out Lucario, the fight's not over yet!" The announcer called as if to warn Lucario. Even though Price still had a confident smirk on his face when he heard this, both Luxray and Zoroark were sharply aware of how tense their trainer was.

Almost like clockwork, Lucario ignored everyone's crying for him to finish the fight, even Price's urgent shouting to finish off the Riachu, but it was too late as always. Lucario was never quite quick enough on the turn around to finish his opponent, but he always got smacked in the face with the next attack. Lucario was sent flying backwards by a bolt from the opponent and it was all over then.

Lucario thought the crowd was cheering for him, and above that he heard the announcer cheerfully spelling his statistics out there for everyone, but most importantly he could hear Zoroark and his extremely loud voice quelling the crowd with his own praise. For a minute, Lucario didn't realize that the cheers were boos, the announcer was chalking up another loss to his dismal losing streak, and Zoroark was unleashing a fury of words that no Pokémon could ever be expected to know. In fact, Zoroark was mostly shouting his own name out of anger in substitution for real words. But the consensus was clear: Lucario had let his ego get the better of him, and he'd blown another fight.

"Zoroark you, Lucario! You are a Zoroark Zoro Zoroark! Pathetic!" He was crying out as loud as he possibly could. Luxray left his head in its shameful hanging position. Price, for his part, was running out to the field to rescue his Pokémon and to make sure that he was okay. Lucario coughed a bit of smoke out of his stunned chest and he momentarily heard Zoroark shouting more things at him that just made him feel ashamed.

Price bent down to one knee and observed his Pokémon. "Are you okay, Lucario?"

Lucario bit his lip in shame and swung his head a bit, the floppy ears on either side of his head shaking harder than his actual momentum. He just lay there in shame. "No... Luca..."

Price smiled his reassuring smile and helped his Pokémon up but he had to admit that he was greatly disappointed. It seemed as if the talk had done nothing at all. He helped limp Lucario over to the bench to tend to his wounds. The match was over, of course, and the stadium would soon be entirely vacant, but for now none of that mattered to Price. Lucario's health was more important.

"You completely destroyed any chance you had at winning you Zoroark idiot!" Zoroark chipped his two cents in quickly, and the insults kept coming as Price patched up Lucario. Things about how stupid his appearance was or how he was such a showoff with no real talent, but always how he was an embarrassment to the team. Zoroark never once failed to forget reminding Lucario of that.

Luxray just sat on the other end of the bench, not making eye contact nor opening his mouth, but he looked the other way instead and gave another 'hmpf' noise. He could've done that fight blinded and confused with his tail wrapped up in vines from a Venasaur. That Riachu was novice level difficulty, at best, and that was evident by how fast he had gotten nearly beaten by a loser like Lucario. He said nothing, of course, but it was always evident to his teammates and to Price if Price ever cared to pay attention.

Lucario just laid on the bench letting his trainer tend to him and feeling guilty. "I really did it this time, Lucario... I'm so stupid. I'm sorry, Price." He tried to apologize. He was a bit of a sorry sort whenever he lost a fight, and usually his trainer bought it as sincere, even though mostly it was just to get a sympathetic night in the tent and not an angry week in the ball. Today, however, it seemed that Lucario's luck was gone.

"I don't think you are, Lucario. I think you and I had a talk about that ego of yours... you obviously didn't listen." He replied sternly at his Pokémon while finishing the treatments up. "I'm putting you in the ball for a week. Maybe then you'll be able to think about what you should be doing in a fight."

"Yeah, there's a reason you're always the last one to go!" Zoroark chimed in, pleased with his teammate's punishment. "You barely knock anyone out, even if you only have to fight one opponent!"

"Shut up, Zoroark!" Price grimaced a bit at his other two Pokémon, "This was the championship. We all were supposed to work as a team. How are we going to ever win if we don't start following the leader and working together as a team?"

The three Pokémon were stunned by Price's outrage, and none of them said a word. Lucario was shamed, for sure, and he knew he would be punished with a week in the ball but also that his teammates would punish him too just as soon as they got the chance to do so. Probably tonight, Lucario thought to himself as he looked down, I just hope that they are more merciful than last time. Last time he lost a fight this huge, Zoroark had tried to hide his ball from Price so that Price couldn't cast him onto the playing field. Luxray, as usual, never said a word, never even pretended he knew what was going on.

It was why he hated them both, really; Zoroark for his brutality if Lucario ever lost a fight and Luxray for not actively trying to break the fights up. Regardless of what would happen, Lucario knew that he would more than likely feel their wrath tonight. He dreaded what would happen.

That night, as Lucario had expected, he was broken free from his ball of a prison and instantly snatched by both of his teammates, dragged out into the open where Price more than likely wouldn't even hear the commotion once it had begun. Lucario didn't struggle or shout as he usually did; no, he expected that this would happen. The best thing that he could do would be to close his eyes, count to a million, and hopefully they would be done by then. He could never fight them off, he was always too weak. If he ever fought Zoroark off alone, Luxray was always there to hold him back down for his buddy to finish the job he'd started.

He expected the usual rage from Zoroark, who expeditiously began to kick and stomp on Lucario, beating him with his three-toed feet and quieting Lucario by making Luxray hold his paws over Lucario's muzzle. Zoroark kicked, clawed, bit, and scratched at the Pokémon he was preying on, making it well known that he was the master of the group, the one who was always in charge and never to be disappointed. It was the same old shit, but Lucario was used to having take it first and foremost before anything else was done to him.

In the back of his mind, he began to count. One Pokémon, two Pokémon...

Zoroark was saying plenty of expletives at this point, and most of them were not very nice. Despite this, Luxray was still quiet, ever listening out for the moment that Price might hear them out in the woods. Price was dead when he slept, however, and all three Pokémon knew it. You could host a Pokémon tournament right outside of Price's tent, and Price would be none the wiser if it was over by the time he woke up. Zoroark tried to make his point known, but Lucario knew even top open his mouth to agree would get a clawed foot to the jaw, followed by a prompt silencing remark, usually "Shut the Zoro up you Zoro Zoroark!" or something in that flavor of response.

Lucario smelled something sweet on the air, however, and he knew tonight they were going to make him even more cramped in his ball tonight. They planned to feed him some of the local wildlife, fatten him up so that he was too bloated to just easily fit inside the ball, and he'd have to feel claustrophobic for a while. He waited for the beating to stop.

Thirty Pokémon, thirty-one Pokémon...

"He's awfully quiet tonight, Zoroark." Luxray commented with a strange serenity that infuriated Lucario. If Luxray could open his mouth to Zoroark, why wouldn't he stop this madness?

"He's just used to it is all." Zoroark spat coldly back, literally, at Lucario before kicking his ribs again, "Too bad he hasn't learned his Zoroark lesson yet. Luxray, get me the fruit. Time we stuffed this idiot to bursting and put him in his ball."

Luxray grabbed the basket of fruit, strange spiky looking fruit that seemed to glow orange in the moonlight, and Lucario was dimly aware he had never noticed the basket before. They must have brought it here before they brought him here, he thought to himself as he caught a citrusy smell as one of the fruits passed between Luxray's paw to Zoroark's. Then, Lucario's jaw was forced open, and the spiky orange fruit shoved its way past his teeth and tongue to his throat, and Lucario couldn't help but swallow, if only to save from choking on it.

Fifty-nine Pokémon, sixty Pokémon...

The moment he had finished gulping that fruit down, Zoroark rammed his clawed paw all the way in, and another fruit was shoved into him. He had not even swallowed the second one before the line of fruit began to fill his maw, one after another in rapid motions. Lucario tried to hold them all down, but the fruit was making him feel sick on his stomach, and he knew he wouldn't be able to eat too many before he got sick. Zoroark would probably put him in his ball before he did though.

Meanwhile, Luxray had noticed something odd from the very beginning of all this, and Lucario's silence had not been it. It was the fruit, Luxray thought, it was citrusy and spiky and orange, but he'd never seen it before. Neither he nor Zoroark even knew what it was called. They were ramming one after another of this fruit into Lucario's muzzle though, and that was particularly concerning. He'd never heard of Pokémon dying, just fainting or being knocked out, but he hoped that this fruit wouldn't kill Lucario. Was that even possible?

Zoroark was saying a bunch of stupid shit still, telling the lazy, stupid Lucario to eat up or he was going to be stuffed so full of the fruit he wouldn't even be able to breathe, but of course most of his words were expletives. He was pleased with himself, pleased with Lucario's compliancy more than usual, and to him this was going off without a hitch. He would sleep well tonight once this was all said and done, and nobody would ever tell Price what had happened.

Lucario's body suddenly, rapidly, and violently twitched beneath Zoroark and Luxray's paws, and he choked on the fruits in his muzzle a bit. Both Luxray and Zoroark jumped back in shock at this, and Lucario spat out the remaining fruit in his muzzle as he coughed and choked the mouthful out of his system. He felt spasms and jolts coursing through his body uncontrollably, and soon the uncontrollable feelings worsened, almost looking like a seizure to his stunned and unsure teammates.

"You Luxray idiot! You're killing him! Don't you know what this fruit is?" Luxray shouted in growing panic. Lucario groaned a bit on the ground at their feet, rolling as he seemed to bulge with a growing power deep within him. Neither Luxray nor Zoroark could tell, but slowly Lucario was beginning to develop actual muscle tone.

"Don't look at me; you're the one who suggested fruit!" Zoroark falsely claimed that it was Luxray's fault, when in fact Luxray never did anything aggressive like Zoroark did. He started to go to hit Luxray, but he stopped when he heard a grunt from Lucario at his feet. Looking down, he was shocked to see that Lucario had almost the same amount of muscle tone as he did, his muscles quickly growing to fill in parts of his body Lucario never used, but now would be endowed with anyways. Slowly, at least to the pained Lucario, but quickly to the others, the muscles kept bulking up, heavier, stronger, and bigger.

Lucario groaned again, and even though one would assume Lucario would have a deeper, louder, or even rougher tone to his voice from the growing size, his voice remained entirely the same pitch. The muscles bulked thicker, his arms looking more like basketballs had been shoved under his upper arms and thick watermelons for thighs, deeply shredded abs popping up on his previously unassuming torso. Even his tail was growing thicker with strength. He jumped to his feet with lightning reflexes for somebody now over 300 pounds of pure muscle, and let out a menacing roar of power that would've made even Zoroark blush with respect.

"LUCARIO!" He roared out into the moonlit night, feeling the pain flushing from his system, settling around his growing groin, and as it grew the pain become quickly pleasurable. He felt aroused for the first time in his life, and stronger than every rock-type in the world combined. He couldn't be touched even if he wanted to be, and he certainly would never lose another fight in a battle.

His gaze turned to his teammates. Zoroark stood there, flush and pale as a sheet at the same time, petrified of what had just happened, and Luxray, who was maybe one step away from curling up into his own ball to hide in fear. And why shouldn't they? He pumped a massive bicep, looking like a beach ball throw under his arm now, pumped it again, felt the dumb raw power of it course through the nerves in his arm to the receptors in his brain, and the realization he could beat even Zoroark with one blow dawned on him. He grinned evilly as his gaze narrowed on Zoroark.

"Zoroark... get your Luca over here before I beat the Lucario into you." He growled with a strangely authoritative voice. Zoroark was petrified still, though, and needed a little... coaxing.

Feeling the heavy strong paw grip behind his head and drag him forward, so close that they were eye to eye and nose to nose, Zoroark felt Lucario's newfound strength and power. He squeaked out an apology, his voice cracking with terror at the thoughts that Lucario would get his revenge, and tried to repeat in a normal tone, "Uh, sorry Lucario... uh... for everything. You know it's just motivation right?"

"I'm sure your version of fun is different from mine. Let me show you what fun really is." He rammed Zoroark's head onto his dick then, forcing the whole thirteen inches of newly powerful Lucario muscle into his maw, and Zoroark had no choice but to oblige and gag around it. "Suck it, bitch. Or I swear I'll throw you in your ball and Price will never find you again!"

Zoroark began to suck away, doing his best, but of course he was used to saying that to Lucario, not the other way around, so he was sloppy and slow at first. After a few swats on the head from Lucario, however, Zoroark found his rhythm. The moment he did, Lucario began to groan and moan in pleasure, and slowly, the Pokémon began to enjoy his revenge on his teammate. Zoroark did not seem to mind submitting to this type of punishment either, or at least the forceful paw on the back of his head didn't make it clear otherwise. Eventually, Lucario didn't even need the paw anymore; Zoroark was going to town on his own, his beat found and his tongue quickly becoming an expert.

Lucario growled at the frozen Luxray and beckoned him with a paw as well, and instead of fighting, Luxray just inched closer. When he was in range, Lucario planted a wet one on Luxray's lips and smiled, "You take Zoroark's behind, or I'm taking yours." Luxray was terrified of doing either task, and in his frozen fear, Luxray could decide on neither. Lucario's slap to the face was a wake-up call, and when Luxray realized it wasn't with his paws, he blushed and put a paw to his face. Sticky fluid filled his paw warmly and he couldn't help but put his tongue against the fingers. Salty, but somehow citrusy too; he wanted more.

His teammate was more than happy to give it to him.

After a moment, Zoroark was forced away and Luxray was brought to suckle the teat, so to speak, of his new masterfully powerful teammate. Zoroark, hungry for more and not wanting to be counted out, went to licking at Lucario's strong chest, worshipping the muscles and hoping to have the favor restored to him. Lucario bluntly ignored him, breaking Luxray in as a cocksucker too, and just enjoying the bliss of being in charge for once. It made all those ego-rallying calls of his worthwhile, and in fact he wanted to do one now. He resisted, if only because he wanted to finish in Luxray first.

None of the Pokémon had been noticing, though Lucario could somewhat feel it, but as he fucked both of them, taking turns making them suck his manhood amongst other things (Lucario was especially glad to watch them be inflated with muscle as he plowed his team's virgin holes), he watched with growing awareness as they grew bigger too. Stronger, more powerful than they had ever been alone, and now were stronger than the whole team had once been by themselves. However, neither ever grew bigger than Lucario himself, who seemed to be growing the more he had his way with him, working out years of pent up rage and revenge, which was just fine with Lucario. He wanted to be the biggest, he deserved, no, needed, that power. He would show Price that he had always been the best, and now he would make sure they submitted.

Zoroark seemed oddly quiet now as the three of them finished after a night's run through practically every position that Lucario had thought to put them through, and he certainly was submissive, vying for Lucario's love and affection, even when Lucario slapped him across the face with his dick and told him, "Maybe I'll like you better if you lick this some more." Zoroark couldn't help that he'd fallen in love with pleasuring Lucario and making himself the one who got the most love from his teammate.

Luxray was almost the exact same as before, however, except that, like Zoroark, Luxray was vying for Lucario's attention now in subtle ways, finding new places on Lucario's body to turn him on and distract him from beating Zoroark's ass to a fine pulp with his dick so that he could give Luxray some of that loving instead.

By dawn, Lucario was nearly 450 pounds, somewhere close to a foot taller, and massively built, so large that a bigger ball was probably in order just to contain him. Luxray was the second biggest, but he'd always been the second biggest of the group, so nobody really paid attention to the fact that he was still a massive 400 even, and only a few inches taller. Zoroark, though, had grown to only about 225 pounds, a far cry from the other two even despite his best attempts to get the most juice from Lucario over the night, and had not grown in height any. He didn't care, though, and truly neither did the other two. He was the bitch now, and even Luxray had tried to take charge during the night a little bit, even though he was always under Lucario's fully watchful eye as well.

Lucario sat back on the grass early that morning, before Price was known to awaken, thinking about the situation. He saw the exhausted team laying their heads on one of his thighs each and he smiled down at them. He was kind of a master to them now, wasn't he? He had sure treated them like slaves during the night; of that, he was sure. He yawned a bit, exhausted himself, and laid back on the grass staring up at the fading night sky as dawn began to break somewhere hidden behind the forest of trees. Like twins, Luxray and Zoroark scooted up to rest their heads on his chest. He chuckled a bit, feeling how powerful his chest was just for holding up their tired heads.

He thought about the next Pokémon match only a few days away, or if he was lucky during the next random encounter that Price was sure to have on his travels from town to town, and he knew he would be the first chosen in that fight. Confidently, he assessed that he was going to be under Price's favor, and he liked the idea of what Price might say to him.

He wanted to give out a victory cry, show the natural world that he would soon win his fight to earn favor with his master, but he abated only because he realized that in a way that was how he became the master of the team. He would be humble about that fact, just this once, he thought to himself, but next time I give a battle cry in a match, I will have the crowd begging for a longer fight.

With that happy thought in his mind, Lucario closed his eyes, snuggled both of his teammates close to him, and fell asleep.