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Zavis called it foul play when he got an organic tase from a Jolteon's snatch. He said it wasn't a legitimate knockout, but the topless boxing commission upheld the decision. Now he intended to win fair and square, or at least what he personally deemed fair and square. An egotistical fighter scorned by unjust defeat could rationalize anything. To put himself on equal ground with Jemma, Zavis brought along an item to counteract her shocking abilities.

The item in question was not unlike the Thunder Stone artifacts used by trainers to spur evolution within Pokemon. Jemma herself had undoubtedly been mutated by such a thing at some point in her life. Whereas a Thunder Stone fostered the growth of electric Pokemon, however, the shiny rock Zavis wore now on a necklace string had the opposite effect. It was uncreatively called an Inverse Thunder Stone, and it grounded electrically-inclined Pokemon. Zavis considered it his ace in the hole.

Unlike their previous clash, Zavis met Jemma in a ring at the local gym. This fight was unsanctioned by the topless boxing commission and to that end, Jemma's supple breasts were ensconced in a sports bra. She regarded her reptilian opponent with caution but said boastfully, "Desperate to eat the mat again, Zavis?"

"Fuck you, bitch," Zavis sneered. "You won just because that little box of yours could power a city for a week." He patted the stone for luck with his glove, then put his hands up and juked to the middle of the ring. "Come on, let's do this right now!"

Jemma rolled her eyes and closed in with her gloves up. She hated to admit that Zavis was a better fighter by virtue of having put in more time, but one advantage she had was the sports bra. Zavis was under contractual obligation to bat her naked tits around during topless boxing match, but if she knew the lewd snake at all, he'd go for it even in an unofficial fight.

Sure enough, Zavis opened with a punch to the breasts. Jemma took with a grunt and smashed her fist into his dumb, grinning face. Zavis stumbled back from it and shook the pain away. "I forgot how hard you swing, girl," he grinned.

"Yeah? Well, I never forgot how much I love punching that stupid face of yours," she snapped.

Zavis flitted his tongue and danced around the Jolteon, showing off his fancy footwork. "You may hate my stupid face, sure, but you love my stupid cock."

The small, idle crowd milling around the ring alternately groaned and chuckled. Zavis lapped up the attention whether it was good or bad. Jemma tuned them out and lunged on the snake with a combo of punches of the face. He brought his gloves up fast. She snapped down and pounded his stomach with a pair of harsh swings. He let loose a winded gasp, reaching for his gut then, and the Jolteon swung for his snout. Zavis hurled himself out of the way and collected himself. When Jemma feistily came in again, Zavis sidestepped her first jab and, in a familiar dance, rammed his fist up into her armpit She screamed in pain and fury as she fell against the ropes.

Jemma tried to straighten up and shrug off the pain, and in that time Zavis dug his long, ropey tail into her shorts and yanked them down. Jemma shrieked and the audience laughed. Some of them hooted and whistled.

"Mother fucker!" Jemma snarled. But she didn't reach for the shorts. Due to the desensitization of making her money as a topless boxer, she wasn't self-conscious. She still wasn't as skilled as Zavis, either, and the snake ruthlessly beat her into a corner. He drilled her exposed gut again and again until it looked like she might keel over and vomit before he yanked her around in a familiar way and ground his clothed erection up against her naked ass.

"To the victor goes the spoils," Zavis darkly chuckled. "Come on, baby, can't we just fuck without all this messy fighting?"

"I really, really fucking hate you, snake," Jemma grunted. She shoved her ass back against his loins. "Well, go on, big boy," said Jemma condescendingly. "Just remember what happened last time!"

"Oh, yeah, I remember," Zavis sniggered, working his shorts down. Without so much as a second thought he rammed his cock home in her snatch and she yowled in what he found to be pleasure. He shucked his gloves off and reached for her tits which he quickly exposed by peeling the bra up. "Hey, you ought to zap the fuck out of me, I kinda liked it."

Jemma grumbled. One of the men in the audience caught her eye and grinned at her. She glared holes into him and he backed away. "Fuck you, Zavis, eat this!" But a mere fizzle followed her words. Jemma tried again, grunting in exertion and rage, and this time a mere crackle occurred. Meanwhile the Inverse Thunder Stone lapped up the current as it passed harmlessly through Zavis' body. He cackled in delight and started pounding the girl with his thick, cold snake meat.

"That the best you can do?" he laughed. "You're gonna have to try way harder!"

The Jolteon hissed and writhed. She tried to pull away from Zavis but the snake was nowhere near as beaten-down as she. He held her fast and nailed her hard, reaming her with no fear of her declawed powers. She tried again and again to fry the conceited bastard, and each time, the stone gobbled up the current with no harm to Zavis.

Feeling invincible, Zavis twiddled Jemma's nipples. She elbowed him in the ribs and he gasped, but he could fuck through a little pain. He held her tighter and kept up his work with faster, harder bucks intended to get the job done quickly. His balls swung in a short arc against her clenched thighs. For the most part, the air conditioning of the gym kept him from getting too sweaty even in a fight; but now he was working so hard that he dripped perspiration, and it soaked into Jemma's fur. The Jolteon growled and splayed back her ears. The sex was nice, but she refused to admit that. All she wanted was to know why her powers were failing her.

Questioning herself did not stop Jemma from trying to zap Zavis. She tried as often and harshly as she could. The stone dispassionately absorbed it all, and it began to grow warm, glowing between Zavis' body and Jemma's. That was unnoticed by the snake whom was much too busy fucking his prize. He hunkered over her and smashed her against the turnbuckle as he gave her everything he had. Every time she tried to shock Zavis, she strained her taut body and therefore clenched down snugly with her vaginal muscles. Zavis blissfully equated it to being milked.

The snake squeezed Jemma's tits much like how she clamped around his meat. He shot cold pre deep inside of her at irregular intervals, often making her shiver and gasp. She was close to squirting, but Zavis was even further along. He pushed his snout into the crook of her neck and shoulder and huffed sharply. Jemma's soft boobs bruised under his cold hands and her cunt stretched around his fat snake meat. All throughout Zavis' final bucks, Jemma kept shocking him to no avail.

The reptile started to cum but kept on fucking the girl. There was no stopping him, for he was nearly in a frenzy. His cold cum slopped out onto the mat and she yowled in contrast to his hissing pleasure. Jemma tried again and again to shock the smug snake until her reserves were nearly exhausted. She was remarkably tired, and her powers were waning. But the Inverse Thunder Stone, itself a capacitor, had been pushed too far. Zavis realized that it was smoking and quite painfully hot. He pulled Jemma along with him as he yowled in pain and stupidly fumbled to pull it off, and then the artifact backwashed Jemma's power.

Though the charge coursed pleasurably through the Jolteon, it shocked Zavis so harshly that it nearly stopped his heart. The lights in the gym exploded and the emergency floodlights came on. Zavis fell forward onto the Jolteon and pinned her with his nearly-dead weight. Jemma was in no way about to move: suddenly being fed back her own energy overloaded her body, and she squirted just as soon as it happened. As she lay underneath Zavis, she gracelessly bleated, "Fuck, looks like you pinned me."

"Ah, yeah..." Zavis mumbled. "Ugh. Next time, let's just fuck, and you try not to fry to me."

"Okay," Jemma tiredly agreed.