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Weekend Recreation

It was just another simple Saturday morning for the lucario and zoroark, a day where nothing much was or even could be planned. Time always winds down on the weekend, and almost everyone takes a nice relaxing weekend.

The couple hadn't had the chance to do much the night before, between not being as young as they used to be, and the contribution of a hard week. Lex had fallen asleep hugging himself to Tristan's back, the two of them hardly making it to the bed before dozing off. It was an after-thought on Lex's thought to toss a sheet over the two before joining his lover in a nice sleep.

And sleep they did. Much later than on a weekday, the pair wakes, Lex stirring in Tristan's arms. yawning widely and reaching up to rub his eyes. He feels Tristan's arms around his waist, thin as it is, but resists rubbing himself back into his counterpart's body, not quite up to any morning shenanigans yet.

In spite of his dilemma stalling his actions, Tristan wakes behind him, squeezing Lex once and snuffling over Lex's ears. "Morning, sunshine. Sorry I fell asleep so soon last night. Didn't get up to anything in time."

Lex blushes a little, resting his own paws over Tristan's. "I don't think I could've done anything anyway. At least we're at the weekend, finally." He huffs, "I swear, I couldn't handle that job another day."

Tristan closes his eyes again and simply rests, content to spend all morning with his slightly shorter partner. The size difference makes for much better lazy mornings, such as this very one, Tristan found himself thinking. "I know the feeling."

Lex lies still, but his eyes are wide open in thought, things to do with Tristan flying through his head. He never could be happy simply resting in bed all day, much to the chagrin of his love. Speaking of chagrin... "Know what sounds like fun today?" Lex can't help the growing grin of mischief spreading across his muzzle.

Tristan's ears perk, his muzzle lazily nuzzling into Lex's ears. "What's that?" He yawns quietly, absolutely certain that the lucario in his arms was up to no good. He's always getting us into something, after all, he thinks to himself.

Lex licks his lips, the small pause drawing more curiosity from his counterpart. "That sim place down the street is running a promotion this weekend...price for one hour buys you two..."

Tristan's eyebrows raise cautiously. "You say that like you're expecting to win this time." His motivation to get up is remarkably nonexistent, but he knows that won't matter soon. He can be just as easily excited by that notion.

The lucario nudges backward in a playful shove. "And who's to say I won't? I did last time!"

Tristan rolls his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Only because you got lucky and guessed through my illusion."

Lex smiles. "All part of you choosing the wrong Pokémon to be together with and try to win against." Before he can start to get up or react or punish the lucario, Lex gets up and away, preparing to make breakfast for the pair.

Tristan watches him go, a little cold from missing his partner, but otherwise mentally preparing himself for yet another round of their favorite Shared Simulation Battle, or SSB.

The rules are determined by whoever goes inside, but the lucario and zoroark always kept things simple. Whoever could pick up three of the strength power-ups first is the winner, and whatever means necessary to get three first are all fair game. The two have hurtled bolts of power at one another, tried to hallucinate alternate realities within the simulation to keep the other distracted, and even gotten into smaller fights up close, since each power-up requires a small time to "pick up."

Those thoughts governing Tristan's thoughts, he mulls over what he did wrong last time. He suspects that the lucario read into his strategy, the cheater. The only way to avoid that would be to think on the fly, and come in with nothing prepared. As much as the notion slightly throws him off, he suspects it will do even more damage against his boyfriend.

In the meantime, Tristan gets up, debating whether to stay in bed to eat with Lex or be extremely ready and get dressed, preparing for their next battle today. His determination to win almost completely overrides the memories of how intense of a sensation growing muscles was, especially since every power-up in that simulator was exaggerated in how much scale it provided a user.

Today's a competition. No time for cuddling in bed. They could save that for tomorrow.

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"Think you're ready?" Lex taunts, putting money into the machine where asked. He already looks pretty excited about the idea of two hours in the simulator, a feeling the two share completely.

Tristan rolls his shoulders, popping a few things in what's supposed to be an intimidating way, retorting, "Not even a thought at this point. You sure you're ready? You look a little bit on the weak side today."

The lucario scoffs, taking the two tickets for the session. "You're the weak one! You can't even actually fight! You just use illusions and lies."

The SSB machine is ingenious for the ability it has to completely share a battlefield between any of the players involved, and every sensation and ability of anyone involved comes through just like actual reality, including pain, pleasure, even physical exhaustion. All for stepping inside of what could have easily instead been a phone booth. The space inside is just enough to give the user a sense of freedom of movement, but it resets them in space anytime they move so they go nowhere. One would have to strain to try to reach a wall of the booth.

Tristan simply adopts a focused attitude, readying himself to step into his booth just as a light on the outside blinks green. When he steps in, he's greeted with a familiar scanner, a piece designed to make sure the device knows just what size customers it needs to adjust for.

The world, still a blank simulated space consisting of endless rows of squares expanding to a horizon, and a high ceiling coming back, flashes the details of the session they just paid for. "2 hours paid for. 2 players paid for. Is this correct?"

Tristan nods, focused. His focus, ironically enough, is on keeping his mind clear. Lucario is infamous for being able to read his opponent's movements as they act on them, so he was actively thinking about ways to be completely random but still focused enough to best his mate. After all, the winner always makes off with the prize, right?

In the opposing booth, stretching and readying himself, stands Lex. A smile of confidence at having won the previous round fills out his face, even as his ears shift to accommodate sounds that aren't present.

Finally, as the machine processes their small order, it proceeds to ask the lucario just where the fight shall take place. He settles on an urban clearing, the space looking much like a debris-littered football field, if a bit larger in scope. The space would give him only a small advantage in that he'd have more flexibility and ability to use his speed against the zoroark in the opposite booth.

All said, the two phase into their environment after a brief time of a random generator setting out the scene. They can see one another from across the field, but it seems both are too busy scoping out the situation for good places to engage or stop the other, never missing the likely spots for the game's objective to spawn: muscle growth power-ups.

They could make anything the goal, anything from digital currency to a certain amount of "damage" done to the other, but after a brief experiment with that particular power-up, things were never the same.

"Players, are you ready?!" A curt nod from both sides. "Your objective is to be the first to collect 3 power-ups! Begin in 3..."

Lex cracks his knuckles one last time, physically prepared as he can get. He runs a verse or two of his favorite song through his head for encouragement, knowing he'll need it to match his close-in-power mate.

"2..."

Tristan flexes his power between his paws, feeling the ability to completely throw off the lucario and becoming almost a little too excited for the potential. In spite of the victory, which is supposed to motivate him, he finds his thoughts flitting towards fantasies of his mate with all three muscle stacks, only brought back to reality by--

"1..."

The first power-up appears, of course, right in between the two of them. It always does. It's mostly to see who gets to start with a bit of an advantage.

"Go!"

Right out of the gate, both Pokémon make a mad dash for the center, a small heads-up display showing minute and mostly disregarded details such as a top-down map of the area and a counter to keep track of their ultimate objective. No, instead, both of them, fierce competitors at their base, find themselves driven by little else other than the need to win.

Lex leaps a few feet into the air, high enough to see over the obnoxiously large and glowing icon for the power-up, and certainly high enough to aim two paws-worth of Aura to nearly smite the zoroark beneath him with. In spite of generally being easy to reach, it requires one some time to actually pick up a power-up, and the lucario takes that knowledge to full effect whenever possible.

Splitting his attention between his objective and his now airborne threat, Tristan slides himself into cover behind an old side-turned pillar of cement, simultaneously creating an illusion of him that actually continues to run around and try to circle the lucario, his real self waiting until that energy resting in Lex's paws could be baited out.

He both feels, from the poor illusion's perspective, and sees the beam of dark-colored energy obliterate both the projection and the grass around where it stood, the fake zoroark phasing into nothingness. Tristan, hoping he bought himself some time, stands and casts out another false self, this time running the opposite way to circle around the floating lucario.

Lex, already having seen through this guise, instead focuses on hitting what he can tell is the real Tristan, only having burnt out one paw temporarily on the first fake clone.

Tristan goes wide-eyed for the split second it takes for the concentrated energy to travel and hit him hard in the chest, the pain mitigated between the simulation and his mate's care, but the full effect of being floored is not lost on him. Despite the fact that Lex had thought it enough to keep him down for a while, he almost immediately flips to his feet again, hurling a small attack of shadows at Lex to interrupt the greedy and hasty grabbing for the power-up.

Lex quickly dodges the attack, but both could tell it wasn't meant to do much anyways.

Met at an even match, the two circle for a small time, and despite the lucario's closeness to the power-up itself, Tristan finds himself still confident he can win away the first one of the day.Securing the next two afterwards wouldn't be very hard if he could, too. For a while he considers trying some smack talk to bait a reaction out of Lex, but he soon assumes he'd just get another muzzle-full of Aura.

While Lex was busy staring down Tristan, the zoroark extended his mind forward, manipulating the appearance of the scenery just beyond the peripherals of his mate's field of view. His goal, which he reaches, is a hesitation just as his opponent almost runs into a fake chunk of cement decorating the ground, his eyes flitting downward to sidestep it.

It's enough time for Tristan to dispel that illusion and instead project two of himself again, standing side-by-side. Rather than allow the lucario to guess which one is real, he takes the initiative and begins to charge up for another attack, his clone to his left mimicking him perfectly.

Lex, seeing this, decides to take a risk, running at the two zoroarks and hoping for the best as he starts to channel his predictive meditation, ready to dodge both and perhaps strike both while they're stunned.

Sure enough, just as he nears no further than 15 feet, both Dark attacks are released at him, leaving any other Pokémon with little choice for maneuverability. Lex smiles.

What his mate always seems to forget, it seems, is his ability to blink just past those incoming projectiles and act faster for it. Lex hardly minds the slight exhaustion he feels as he all but skips over the attacks and sweeps the feet out from both the clone and the real zoroark, the clone shimmering as Tristan loses focus.

Tristan gasps as he hits the ground again, quickly becoming a little agitated for the effort. The next thing he sees is Lex standing directly over him, charging up enough of a powerful hit to surely daze him for a few solid seconds; enough time for the lucario to pick up the first power-up. "Sorry, babe," the lucario apologizes, not wholly sorry for being the first victor.

Sure enough, following the Aura-laced punch, Tristan just barely registers the system as it excitedly announces, "Round One is over! Power-up number one is awarded to -INSERT PLAYER ONE'S NAME-! Resetting player positions!"

In a blink, both Pokémon respawn in their "corners," watching as the landscape itself doesn't change as much as things just ramp up in severity. Where there were mostly blank walls of fake advertisements and graffiti-ridden columns that were crumbling and resting on the ground, a few martial weapons appeared. They spanned the range from frightening-looking single-shot crossbows to swords that looked twice the size of either of the two competitors.

Thankfully, besides being hugely debilitating and painful for it, the weapons that would otherwise be quite lethal don't have that same effect in the simulator.

Sitting on the other side of the battlefield, literally, as he tries to meditate, Lex focuses on trying to be gracious in his victory, amongst other things. The pair have always loved the idea of muscle growth ever since finding it on this simulation machine, so winning a round, while putting one ahead, could always also be a detriment.

Lex flexes as he finds his wiry frame to still be just about as flexible, if only impacted by the feeling of being both lighter and heavier with muscle. Where he might have met the build of a small but fit lucario before, he now boasts nice muscled padding to accentuate his shape, the added raw strength giving him the feeling that he could easily win the next round, especially as he opens his eyes and sees that it's come to the weapon round.

It takes some adamant thought-diversion to keep down that feeling in his sheath, too, as he embarrassedly adjusts himself a little bit in his pants. He had expressly chosen looser clothing just in knowing that he'd both grow and need some breaks here and there in between rounds. Already, he can tell that his things fit on him better than they did before.

As things finish loading, the system takes a few moments, but neither Pokémon was going to complain. Catching their breath, neither hardly spares the other a look, though it would be fair to say that Tristan was trying to sneak some glances at his newly-muscled boyfriend. He just can't help himself.

"Players, are you ready?" Again, near synchronized nods. "Round two begins in 3...2...1..."

Both focus immediately, driven to win this significantly more dangerous round. "Go!"

Though the power-up appears right in the middle again, the array of weaponry between either Pokémon and that ultimate goal seems to open a wider gap. The strategic layout of the debris allows for plenty of places to take cover behind, and clear spots where easier hand-to-hand fights could break out over the round.

Not taking any chances, and favoring his still slightly smaller size, Tristan dashes for one of the single-shot crossbows, dipping into a small patch of cover to make sure he's confident in how to operate the clearly powerful thing. It rests significantly into his shoulder, the yet-untested power of the weapon still enough to give the zoroark ideas.

He peeks over his cover, trying to see what the lucario went for first. Seeming to be looking for a fight in closer range, Lex had immediately picked up one of his own passions: a long, evenly-balanced staff, easily held on to now that he could boast a little extra strength here and there.

The lucario cautiously scans the quiet environment, not even birds chirping to add to the battle-torn scene. His eyes continue to roam over any spot quickly, confident in knowing that despite the shadows of the place, he'd easily be able the familiar zoroark hiding someplace. With every dart of his eyes, he'd check on the power-up, humming and shining as it was in the middle. Surely he won't try to sneak it past me...

Finally, moving out of cover at four separate times, four clones wielding four crossbows shoulder themselves out of cover, giving a steely and cold look at the lucario. Tristan has mastered, true to his species, the art of ensuring that every illusion could be a perfect match for him.

Lex merely straightens and analyzes the four threat paths, decently sure that his real mate wouldn't fire first or last, but sneak in his bolt someplace where he couldn't dodge or block it. He'd have to evade each and every one up to that point, however, as even the illusionary bolts would look and feel real enough should they hit him. "You don't think this will work, do you?"

Simultaneously, all of the Tristans shrug and aim down their crossbows, prepared to take the shot. True to Lex's assumption, not all of them fired at the same time. With little warning, the first and second clone shot at the same time, attempting to bait a risky dodge out of the lucario.

Battle-meditating, it isn't hard for Lex to dodge two attacks, but the third one, as he flips into the air and tucks, narrowly grazes his side, making him hiss in pain. Left completely open and still airborne, he makes brief eye contact with the real Tristan, just before that final bolt flies his way and all of the illusions disperse, including the fake wound in his side.

Left with that inevitability, the lucario braces for a hard hit, not disappointed as he is sent flying back to his side of the arena, air knocked from his lungs violently. He coughs as his surprising smack into the concrete wall of his side knocks some dust and even a few crumbly wisps to the ground with him. Shadowy laughter mocking him rings in his ears, bringing a temporary feeling of shame over the trounced lucario.

He flips to his feet quickly, however, suspecting that the zoroark would quickly be repositioning or even trying to pick up the power-up before he could stand. Instead, Tristan flies at him from a side, wielding a decently-sized sword meant mostly to knock out the lucario again.

Tristan was hardly ever one to cry out in battle or even make much sound when in pain, but as though it would fortify his swing, he yelled as he swung his new-fangled weapon in an overhead drive, knowing that his mate would be down for the count if he could connect.

Instead, in a calm demeanor generally held by the lucario in a fight, he reaches up and grasps the zoroark's paws before the strike can even gain momentum, effectively collapsing the strike and instead diverting all that force into making him toss the sword aside as his swing was jostled.

Hoping to send the lucario into a panic, an illusion is quickly conjured behind him, making to grab him and wrestle him to the ground. Lex quickly switches his attention to breaking out of the headlock he found himself in, believing that maybe the first zoroark he'd seen really was meant to distract him.

Instead, the real Tristan keeps Lex's paws in his, turning the counter to his own strike back around to hold the lucario down against the pressure of the illusion.

Still acting with a cool head amid this battle, Lex realizes that his new strength would allow him out of any hold the zoroark could normally pull off, and so he again switches his attention to the one in front of him, pulling Aura to his paws and burning Tristan, the illusion dispelling immediately afterwards.

Yelping and pulling away, Tristan finds himself in a tough situation with a completely collected and even stronger lucario, all of his tricks not quite panning out how he'd want.

Lex's quarterstaff hadn't traveled away from him even when he'd flown, and with a simple sweep at his feet, he had it in his paws again. Moving one pace forward to every one pace backward of his mate's he starts turning the staff quickly and dexterously, perhaps putting a bit more flair into the effect than was necessary.

Looking for any possible throw-away tactic, the zoroark watches for an opening and quickly tosses a purposely weaker shadowy attack at Lex's legs, using the time he bought himself to fish another sword from its resting place nearby.

Hardly impressed (and quite peeved, really) with the cheap attack, Lex puts the pressure on again, this time actually working swings and attacks into his fancy staff twirling skills, the motions for offense blending with the nearly dance-like motions for simply maneuvering the weapon.

Knowing he wouldn't win a fight like this fairly, Tristan busies himself with blocking the longer-ranged attacks just for long enough to come up with one final attempt to confuse the lucario.

Just as both weapons clash again from overhead strikes, Tristan slips into an illusion, channeling all his focus into keeping up the idea that he was actually there to push back, the two grunting in effort and trying to win an advantage on the other. The real zoroark takes his sword and goes for a simple spin and slash into the lucario, hoping that the diversion would finally pay off.

In short, it didn't. Lex turns to ignore the illusion, even as it "hits" him with its own weapon, his attention again focused on the real zoroark. Fed up with all of the illusion play, and figuring that he would come to this again, the lucario had been feeding power into his paws, preparing to end this petty fighting for the round. Knocking away Tristan's defense with a bold sweep, he drops the staff and holds his paws in front of him, immediately flurrying a huge blast of Aura right at his defenseless opponent.

In a fashion similar to how he'd sent his mate flying, Tristan flies to the other side of the arena, but his recovery is far too slow.

Taking his time, confident in his victory, Lex slowly approaches his second power-up, closing his eyes as he absorbs round two's reward.

Though a simple feeling, the sensation of growth being exuded from the simply colored object started to rock the lucario's body in waves, each pulse, even as Lex watched, changing and fortifying his muscles from his swimmer's build to nothing short of someone who'd dedicate a lot of time to a gym.

His paws grow in size slightly, both on his legs and arms, his height growing only a little to accommodate his newly stout frame as he grows out wider more than anything else. His arms start to ripple with a power completely separate of his Aura, flexing unintentionally and groaning a little as simply watching catches him a little of guard from his collected manner.

In fact, he can't help but moan as the changes travel further, sculpting his chest and abdomen before his eyes, leaving literal perfection under his fur that could even show occasionally if he flexed.

Finally, besides his leg muscles looking ready to run him across the world in a day or so, his sheath receives a few adjustments, Lex panting as his entire genital area grows to be proportionate to his change, but beyond that, as his length hardens and pokes out, it seems he's also gained some length to spare, far from the barely-above average look he had going before.

He looks up briefly to spy his jealous boyfriend giving him what was supposed to be an upset look, but easily evaporated into something much more envious and lust-ridden in nature, not nearly as sad to be losing as eager for the game to continue. Lex swears he catches the zoroark lick his lips.

"Round Two is over! Power-up number two is awarded to -INSERT PLAYER ONE'S NAME-! Resetting player positions!"

And yet again, both Pokémon reset, but this time to spots right next to one another. The lucario feels his heart sink just as the zoroark contains a cheer for joy. "Round Three will be a race to the power-up! Beware of traps and slow downs, but rush for the speed-ups! Only one player may take any that are passed!

"Players, are you ready?" Lex barely shrugs. "Round three begins in 3..."

Tristan shakes himself out, industrial dust still falling out of his long hair.

"2..."

He then stretches, positive he can win the race round. He always does, after all. What's a lucario going to do to a fox-like zoroark who can simply drop to all fours and sprint off?

"1..."

Nothing. That's what. Tristan grins despite himself and spares his mate one taunting look before the layout appears before the two, the quickest routes already seeming very apparent to the zoroark.

"Go!"

Both start at the same time, sure, but it's very clear right from the start, especially for momentum's sake, who was moving faster. Decently enough, a speed-up could be grabbed by both close to 30 seconds into the race. Tristan got his first and picked up a bit of a lead for the short time he was even faster than the lucario.

Resolved not to lose, or at least not lose shamefully, the lucario keeps a cool head even as he watches Tristan bolt ahead with his speed-up. When Lex hits his, he forsakes walking in favor of floating close to the ground, the effort required to do so outweighed by the speed he'd have to move his legs at otherwise.

Already at speed-up number two, Tristan flies head-first into the first exclusive pickup only to smash into a moving wall a few meters later, taking the head trauma surprisingly well and only losing enough speed to be even with the lucario by the time Lex comes floating by, chuckling at his boyfriend's clumsiness.

Speedup number three approaches quickly, the winding hallways and blurred industrial tunnels hardly lit up enough to cover the brightness of the next waiting treasure, easily overriding any desire to attempt to dodge things for the zoroark. The lucario only fares slightly better for his ability to keep his eagerness down and focus on dodging the many flying, flaming, and flailing traps coming at him.

That said, Tristan manages to side-step a great many of the traps last minute, only barely managing to use his maneuverability on all fours to enough effect to avoid smashing into another wall, his shame from that event still burned into his ears.

Determined to take away this round though, he pushes himself to his max, breathing hard and pacing harder to reach that third speed power-up. This time he slides under the wall waiting to roll out and hit him, the momentum off from his power-up making it so that his slide effortlessly transitions back into running.

It leaves Lex to watch, sadly almost, as his lover takes off and slowly etches out a solid lead between the two, without trying any harder in the grand scheme of things.

Rather than yet another speed-up down the way, the final shiny thing waiting at the end of the race was, of course, the goal. The third (and what could've been the final) strength power-up. Lex, still floating along as he is, simply starts to conserve energy to assuredly win the next round, pretty resigned that this round was a wash.

Sure enough, not even a minute later, the zoroark was blur, no more details able to be distinguished for the lucario. Loudly, the announcer declares, "Round Three is over! Power-up number three is awarded to -INSERT PLAYER TWO'S NAME-! Resetting player positions!"

The words don't even translate to the zoroark, who, nearly exhausted from racing so hard, finds himself instead being rejuvenated and almost passed out from the collision of the two sensations. Headache is the most appropriate summary.

He groans out as he can feel the power start to ripple through him, the degree of the first power-up certainly nowhere near the second or the penultimate third, but regardless the zoroark found himself crumpled and stuck to his paws and knees. That isn't to say his groan wasn't out of pleasure though, as the green neon essence bleeds itself into his paws first, slightly enlarging them but overall making them feel much stronger. He doesn't flex them as much as grip the ground harder, but the effect is much the same.

Tristan then feels it crawl up his arms, toning out his soft form until the only soft features about him were his fur and long hair flowing past his head.

It doesn't take long for the rest of the transformative effects to take hold either, his entire core of muscles solidifying from simply in-shape to something closer of a speed athlete, like a runner or swimmer. Unlike the lucario, he doesn't blend his thoughts (or even think to), and finds himself easily overwhelmed in the muscle gain, his sheath starting to bulge as it grows a small amount with the rest of his body.

The entire event feels like it should've left him short of breath, but instead he simply feels alive and ready to put up another fight. Perhaps a piece of the power-up really was to be restorative as well. He collapses onto his face for a little while, panting even though he felt fine.

The system wasn't rude and didn't force him to stand until he was ready, and didn't even start the whole readying process until the zoroark slowly got up, wiping his face with the back of his paw like he'd just run a few miles. In all fairness...

"You ready, Tristan?" Lex asks from his position next to the zoroark, the system having yet to have moved them apart yet. A quick look to his side assured him that the lucario, while not any bigger than last round, would certainly be a threat in any sort of competition other than a race.

Giving one final hard breath before straightening, Tristan grins. "Yeah! Definitely! Let's get this started!"

"Players, are you ready?" Both Pokémon answer by rolling their shoulders and stretching their arms, the effects of being stronger than normal still a fact in the background of both of their minds. "Round three begins in 3..."

The two separate and spawn away from each other again, the setting returning to the same trite map, however, many of the previously sharp corners or cramped spaces start to generate a plethora more of traps and weapons to harm one another with, the game seeming to be reacting to the fact that it could be nearing a sudden death round.

"2..."

Both take a deep breath, planning their first places to head off to, the map certainly forcing some strategic adaptation. Lex holds off on planning all of his route until the power-up itself spawns.

"1..."

And sure enough, it spawns, of all places, on the ceiling of the arena, the enclosed building now beginning to act much closer to a football stadium with a roof. It seems, by slow progression, that the two sides come closing in on the center, the power-up currently floating in no-man's land. Lex finds himself doubting he could hover or jump high enough to get to that thing without having to use the aid of the enclosing building.

"Go!"

It's with the determination that the power-up won't be available for a while that Lex adopts an aggressive strategy, intending to use his superior strength to overpower Tristan before either even has a chance to make a mad dash for the power-up.

To Lex, it's the winning point. He intends to earn that victory thoroughly and quickly.

Tristan, having come out of the gate looking for something comparable to his earlier crossbow, instead dashes out towards the center and runs right into a trap he wasn't looking particularly hard for. Thankfully, it's a simple one, and it merely catches his foot and draws him into the air, the way out seeming easy enough.

The only problem, he realizes upon settling back on the ground, is that he lost track of the lucario. He had only been watching his opponent through his peripheral vision, but now he lost even that to continue on with.

He ranges his ears out, trying to track any sort of suspicious sound before it can catch him completely and utterly off guard. He hears a faint whistling from his left and goes to look before ducking as fast as he can, that whistling having been a thrown sword bigger than he stood tall, flying quickly and deadly through the air.

He flattens himself to the ground, hurting himself in his effort to dodge the gigantic sword, and wholeheartedly discouraged that such a large thing could now be used against him with his opponent having an immense strength advantage.

He realizes that yet again, chastising himself, he lost sight of Lex, the repositioning possible while he was afraid of following swords or simply being wiped out by the first completely working him into a reactionary battle. He resolves that he has to be the next one to start an attack, or that he'll be spending the whole round in defense.

After having hurled the sword (and feeling supreme satisfaction in doing so), Lex looked up to check on the power-up, and more importantly, how far the building had moved so far. Not a lot of progress, he resolves.

Instead, he moves on to his next plan, having found a staff significantly more dangerous than the second round, a blade of decent length and sharpness resting on the end of the long pole, but still balanced for all the effort. He reaches for the staff blindly, keeping his eye on the recovering zoroark, but failing to react as a trap triggers a slowing power-up to collide directly with him, his disappointment with himself showing in the cant of his ears.

Remaining calm, he simply makes for grabbing the staff until it is definitively in his paws, but certainly feels the effect of the curse as all of his movement feels sluggish and almost out of control. Thankfully, since his mate had fallen into the first trap of the round, the lucario's positioning of himself off to the left still left his true placement a mystery to his opponent. Seeming unaware or perhaps not thinking to follow the large sword's origin, the zoroark stands and simply tries casting out his senses to find the lucario.

Lex stays still but low to the ground for a while, an internal clock in his head telling him he'd still have to deal with being slow for another 15 seconds. He ticks off the time in his head, never allowing the zoroark out of his sight the entire time, even as he finally turns and starts making his way over.

Lex tries to suppress the small moment of panic, resolving that any huge hit he might take now would still leave him time to get up and keep the zoroark off from the power-up, another half a minute remaining for the ceiling to close anyways.

Tristan not only grins cruelly when he finds Lex, but he also starts chuckling as he realizes that his mate had triggered a slow, the curse still wearing on his reaction time as all the zoroark simply has to do is charge one punch with darkness to send the lucario flying back into a wall, his momentum and fall time even seeming extended as the last few seconds of the negative power-up refused to negotiate.

The extra time leaves Tristan a moment to look up and check on the power-up, his estimation very similar to his counterpart's as he guesses another half a minute of true fighting before the thing will become available.

He also gets pretty excited at knocking around his bigger boyfriend (as he was accustomed to being the larger of the pair), and runs to gloat and punctuate the damage before the lucario can get up.

He's far too late, it turns out, as a very vengeful swipe of the large staff instead meets him in the head as he rounds a corner, the blow itself something recoverable, but the trap it sends him reeling back into less so.

Knocked onto his back and pulling at his wrists, Tristan is left to struggle as what looks to be the set-up belonging to a dungeon's prisoners instead chains him to the floor of an inconspicuous corner of the arena.

Taking far too long to solve the puzzle, and becoming frustrated at himself for it, he projects an illusion to prance around and act very unfettered by the trap. Like he'd hoped, the trap springs itself, thinking its victim had gotten away anyways.

The zoroark almost stands too hastily to notice something glinting in his vision. In a sudden burst of recollection, he remembers why the two would always try to keep the other out of the corners of any map.

Tristan hurriedly runs to the shining object: a single-shot musket of a thing, at least in appearance. The reality hurts far and sends foes flying far more than the word "musket" could ever describe. He grins wide and hoists it into his shoulder, the thing heavy but manageable with his slightly more compact muscles.

It doesn't take long to find the lucario, Lex positioned in a way to begin climbing after the power-up in only a few moments once the gap finally closes. They make eye contact, and Tristan sees something he rarely ever does, but savors after each time: Surprise.

Everything in the game is supposed to be randomly generated, so there could be, in theory, a musket with more than one shot, but that possibility wouldn't change Tristan's next decision to "fire" the gun several times, casting out large and very painful-looking illusions of his estimation of the bullets, each flying fast right at the lucario.

Lex leaps from the pillar he'd climbed to be closer to the roof, changing course last minute from greedily jumping towards the power-up and instead deciding to win one last fistfight with his mate. He uses his meditative stance to dodge incoming projectiles at the last possible moments, then dashing forward towards the zoroark every time.

By this time, he's put together that there is simply no way that a musket of that size could have fired over thirty times without a break, but he still dodges and dashes to avoid being made a fool of when the real shot comes and hits him inevitably. It takes a lot of will to convince oneself that even the illusions won't hurt, and it's frequently more mental power than the lucario is willing to sacrifice.

It's when he's merely feet away and in the middle of dodging something else that Tristan finally takes the real shot at the lucario, both of their eyes opening wide when the actually sound and effect of the gun happens.

Contrary certainly to the zoroark's beliefs, the gun fires a net that flies a few feet forwards then repels itself and instead encapsulates the offender rather than the intended victim. Neither can tell if the gun sounds louder than the illusions because of the surprise or because the net just really had so much heft.

Defeated at every turn, solidified by the loud thud and clicking of the ceiling joining itself, the zoroark works at getting himself free of the large net, but doesn't do anything particularly straining in doing so.

Lex merely shrugs and goes back to his means of getting to the last power-up completely unchallenged. He almost feels bad, and perhaps if this had been any other day, he'd have allowed his boyfriend out of the net instead of taking advantage. Today didn't feel like one of those days, though.

He climbs his way to the power-up and seizes it, controlling his slow descent down to the center of the arena, already feeling his final growth taking place.

Winner takes all, and it was all the lucario could do to get his clothes mostly off before he started to grow yet more, yet this final power-up did far more than any of the previous.

Overwhelmed with an underlying surging of power, Lex falls to his knees, quaking as he holds his paws in front of him, then gasps as they started to swell. Surrounded by a green haze mimicking the neon of the last muscle growing miracle he'd just consumed, Lex feels unsurmountable physical and emotional pleasure to watch as his paws nearly double in size.

They remain disproportionate for only a short time before his arms start to grow along side, the already beefy and developed muscles bulging even further and actively looking flexed under his blue fur. He groans as the sensation continues to travel, forcing him on his paws and knees as his shoulders bulk up next.

Were Tristan not being held back by the simulator, he'd already be diving on his boyfriend, especially as he continues to grow. It wasn't novel to see the lucario gain a foot or two in height even, especially as his back finished toning and stretching to accommodate his now massive frame. The zoroark whines, pawing at the invisible wall holding him back. He can't remember being so turned on by anything before this.

Despite being a little preoccupied, Lex's ears flit towards the sound of his mate whining, and he almost grins through the roiling strength still transforming his shape. He rolls over onto his back as his backside and legs start to mass up in addition to everything else he'd piled on through the previous challenges.

His legs literally thud as he holds them slightly aloft to watch them change, then drop them as he moans and finds himself lost in the very novelty of the situation. His eyes open for a brief time once or twice, finding the drooling zoroark easily.

He even admires the strength the poor thing exhibits as Lex feels what's changing next--his already enlarged sheath and heavy balls. Were growing in front of his boyfriend not enough, then the soft but warm sensations of growth coursing through his member would have surely caused the rise of his now nothing-short-of beastly cock, already pulsing with pre as it hungrily awaits someone's aid.

Finally, the muscle growth doubles back and strengthens what it'd left behind of the lucario's abs and pecs, the already huge male now easily twice the weight and far over the punitive size of the waiting zoroark.

Feeling the change start to dissipate, Lex sits up, already smiling wide. His waiting mate, ever so gracious (and terrifyingly horny) in defeat, is finally allowed out of the invisible-walled prison keeping him safe but mostly just away from his transformed lover. Ever since its change and inevitable stirring afterward, Tristan had hardly taken his eyes off from the juicy member beckoning him.

He subconsciously licks his lips and holds his arms out in front of him as he shuffles, in a daze, to pleasure that beast. Before he makes it to his knees, he's stopped by the first thing to actually break his stare. Holding him by the scruff, Alex deeply chuckles. "Not even going to kiss me first?" he taunts, his voice now significantly deeper than when the two hard started.

If the smaller Pokémon's own eager dick was hard as steel before, it'd now progressed to diamond, almost painful in how excited and rearing to do something as he was. He immediately melts into the kiss the large lucario moves him into, settling the smaller of the two on his lap before getting any more devious.

Tristan almost pushes himself over the edge just in reciprocating the deeply passionate kiss from Lex, goaded only further by the fact that he presses himself against both the large canine member in front of him and the muscles of Lex's chest. His muzzle remains open in a permanent moan, allowing Lex to do nearly anything he could want with his willing victim.

Lex caresses Tristan's significantly lighter-muscled form, still appreciating the consolidation that was brought out by simply winning one round of their little battle-royale. Low rumbles reverberate through him, translating almost to growls as he breaks the kiss in favor of kissing down the small zoroark's jawline, only stopping when he could start to nip at the dark-type's neck.

Where they had started as equal but competitive lovers, Lex was now starting to assert his dominant victory over the short Pokémon in his grasp. Less incapacitated by his passion than his mate, he pushes the pace the way he wants, grabbing at Tristan's rear end and grinding slowly against his mate, the pleasure yet to have plateaued for the mammoth of a lucario.

Eventually, both groaning, Lex caresses Tristan's head, scratching behind an ear to get his attention, softly saying, "Why don't we get this started, hm?"

The deep voice cascading over him in waves immediately has an effect on Tristan, the smaller male nodding intently, flush with the passion he both received and gave up to this point. He inches down the lucario's body, first admiring every bulging, fiercely powerful muscle he encounters on his way downward from the muzzle, finding himself grinding into that very same body anytime his mind clouds over. Before he manages to overwhelm himself, he makes it down to the lucario's proportionately grown member, leaning back just so he can draw in the full image.

Lex chuckles again. "Take a picture, love. It'll last longer." An insistent but not forceful paw arrives on the back of the zoroark's head, guiding him ever closer to the pulsing, red cock.

The color definition or even the raw appearance hardly registers for the entrapped party, instead, the influx of musk from the heavy exertion they'd just put back and forth washes over Tristan's smaller muzzle, his eyes closing as though the scents alone could pleasure him.

Tentatively, he reaches out with a tongue, tasting what he already knew would stay the same, but for some reason couldn't be described as anything less than heavenly regardless. He moans, mostly to himself, as he invites his paws to play, feeling over the enlarged member with anything available, leaving no square inch untouched.

The devoted passion of the zoroark on his lower body makes the huge lucario simply groan lowly, the reverberations of anything he makes a sound with instead replicating a small earthquake. "No more teasing, Tristan. You know who won."

The deep commanding element of the voice from above him makes him open his eyes only briefly, glazed over as they were, before nodding and without hesitation, plugging the tip of the beast into his muzzle.

Tristan had blown the lucario many times over their history as a couple, but only when Lex was this big, this huge, was it enough for him to completely ignore his own needs. His own, slightly larger than normal (but nowhere near titanic) cock left forgotten in his shorts. Both had come into the simulation with loose clothes, but nothing could even start to contain either of their lusts, so the quick thinking on Lex's part to strip was incomparable in genius.

Both Pokémon moan as Tristan starts to take more Lex's member, albeit slowly, tongue working up a frenzy in compensation. Not wanting to displease his mate, his paws also try to work up spurts of pre, the liquid excitement a clear sign of just how quickly this session would resolve despite the hour and a half of work up to that point.

Racing and fighting is simply another way their bodies had pushed themselves, but in all honesty, the two could've gone for even more rounds on end and still come back to a reward like this.

Unsatisfied with the ever-tempting pace of the small zoroark working at his member, the lucario takes things into his own hands, sitting up and eventually moving to loom over the small, intimidated Tristan. It's with a large grin of victorious pride that he fists over his large cock, picking up and putting the zoroark on his back and ripping off his shorts with minimal effort.

He finds himself far more turned on to be palming over his dick right over his boyfriend than that small muzzle could do in any short amount of time, and it's only with the copious pre he'd been leaking and remaining saliva from his mate's muzzle that he intends to ram himself into the zoroark.

One paw splayed out from the small Pokémon's abdomen to his chest keeps him pinned while the lucario attempts to poke and prod himself under Tristan's tail, his huge head looking as though it simply wouldn't fit such a small opening.

It's not in either of their interests to go unsatisfied any longer, however, and Tristan spreads his legs as far wide as he can and relaxes his tailhole as much as possible to ease the monster inside, his perpetual moaning like a call to finally get the rough mating under way.

And only a little while later, both of them moan as the head pops in, Lex having to shift a paw to Tristan's hip and one right next to the zoroark's head for balance, eyes clenched hard in focus to not simply tear his mate in half.

Despite almost losing his voice in a yelp that comes as a result of the huge invader of his ass, Tristan manages to clamp down on that head a few times and eventually let Lex know that he'll be fine if they go slow, any pace at this point likely to set both of them off, as turned on by the muscles and growing so far as they were.

Lex eases himself inside bit by bit, already able to tell he won't have to thrust much to be able to get off and likely shower the both of the them with the result. It's at the halfway mark that things already get out of hand for the zoroark, enough pressure against his insides to set him off with a bark, over ten spurts squeezing out of his own punitive member before he resumes humping back against the titanic lucario.

The added squeezes and vices from his mate's orgasm almost finish off the huge lucario, but yet he still presses on, not stopping until everything of his member short the knot has made it sheathed into his mate.

It's with that that his huge balls trigger his own orgasm, the simple hilting enough to finally send him over the cliff. Tristan's eyes roll into the back of his skull and he orgasms again at the first huge release into his body, one simple shot feeling like at least half of his own award-winning orgasm he'd just had.

Lex pulls his member out of the squeezing zoroark and fists his cock roughly again, this time blasting huge spurts of seed right under Tristan's tail, right over his chest, and one huge blast right to the zoroark's face as he tries to lean up and catch it.

Lex groans deeply again, not hardly done shooting, but the most dramatic half of the event over. He lets go of his pillar even as it still leaks seed for an envious amount of time. Lex almost collapses right on top of Tristan, spent, but manages to roll to a side first.

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The simulation fizzes out soon after, the pair done copulating just before their time had expired. Lex is left panting in his booth, his paws dropping to his knees as he tries to recover his breath.

He pushes his way out, making his way to check on his mate. He finds Tristan, just as he usually does, passed out on his face, his shorts thoroughly stained. Lex's own clothing was decently ruined, but it only punctuated the time they'd had.

Lex licks his lips, recounting the memories of being a few feet taller and many wider. He's sure it's all that the zoroark is dreaming about at this point, and the lucario shoulders the unconscious Pokémon to start heading home.

After all, they hadn't done anything last night, but now their entire weekend would be full of memories of that game...