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“Oh, please. You seriously think you would be the better partner to have in a battle?” The Charmeleon scoffed. “I’m more experienced and I have the better track record, it would totally be me.”

“Yeah, if you want to lose terribly, maybe,” replied the Simisage cheekily. “Let’s not forget you also have the record of totally throwing your allies under the bus. I’ve never gotten one of my partners KO’d.”

“Are you gonna keep harping on that? Look, I admit I made a mistake one time-”

“More than once.”

“-ONE TIME when I wasn’t paying attention to where you were. I would’ve taken that Ice Beam if I’d realized you were right in the path! And I still managed to win that battle, I might add.”

“Yeah, because they had a freaking Ice Type and Bug Type. Because they were worried about what I could do, not what you could do. So you only won because of my superiority anyway!”

“Guys…” A Delcatty tried to cut in. “It wasn’t a serious question…”

“Don’t bother, Nia,” a Cyndaquil laying on his back said with a sigh. “You know how it is. Once these two get going…”

“They don’t really stop,” Nia finished, conceding to the inevitability of the two bickering. “I know...still.”

“I work hard to stand on my own, Solis, don’t try to tell me I’m riding your coattails!”

“You think you’re all that, Vant, but you know you wouldn’t be anywhere if it wasn’t for me! I was the one who got you well-trained!”

“Oh, no no no! Don’t you dare call what you did ‘training,’ I hardly learned a damn thing from you! You used me as a punching bag to get your kicks, I had to develop almost all the techniques and stuff on my own!”

The Simisage grinned in apparent triumph. “And it worked, didn’t it?”

Vant threw his arms up in exasperation. “Fucking hell! This is why I told Date not to get any lessons from you!”

“Leave me out of this,” the Cyndaquil remarked.

“Look, if your pride is getting in the way of you admitting how much better I am, I’ll be happy to take you on again and prove where I stand. It’s not my fault you’re feeling overshadowed...heck, I’ll train you some more if you want, that’s just how nice I am.”

Vant growled at the cocky monkey. “Right, I think there’s only one way we’re going to resolve this. Time for a muscle match!”

Solis laughed. “Fine by me! You’re on!”

The two of them marched off together, leaving Nia and Date in relative peace. After a moment, with the two out of sight and presumably earshot, Nia spoke up again. “So...are they trying to pretend like they don’t have a thing for each other, or are we just pretending not to notice, or…”

“Honestly, I don’t even know anymore,” Date replied. “The way they argue, you’d think they were worst enemies, but other times the sexual tension’s so think you could cut it with a knife. And I’m pretty sure it’s not just out-matching each other that they’re into.”

“I don’t get it...why don’t they just, you know, try to get along better?”

“Who knows? Maybe they get off on fighting with each other. I’ve seen weirder shit.”

“I do NOT want to know.”

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“You realize they probably think we’re completely insane, right?” Solis noted as the two made it to their usual spot.

“I don’t care. I LIKE getting riled up before we do something like this. It makes me feel more primed for our means of settling our disputes.” Vant cracked his knuckles. “Unless you just want to concede to me permanently, I’d be happy to have you defer to me all the time.”

“Not a chance in hell,” the grinning Simisage shot back. “I’ll make YOU the one to concede to ME. Just like the last time we did this, except it’ll stick this time.”

“I’m more than ready to make up for it. I’m gonna drain you down and make sure you serve like a good little bitch.”

“Hah! I’ll enjoy making you eat those words as you suck my cock!”

It was probably about the only way the two dominant personalities could work out their lusts for each other in a fair way: using mutual techniques for stealing each other’s strength and adding it to their own, thereby making one of them the powerful one and forcing the other to submit to them. Beyond just their mutual fetish for that sort of thing, each of them could respect the other’s victory if they claimed it - it was a fair fight, they were evenly matched in this respect and the winner was just who managed to outlast the other.

“What do you think would happen if you didn’t figure out how to match me in this?” Solis asked as he took his position.

“We’d probably have to figure out a way to be all civil and shit. A lot less fun.” Vant stepped up to his own position, but held back meeting Solis for a moment. “I feel like laying a bit of extra on the line, though. This time, let’s go all the way.”

Solis blinked. “All the way? You mean...full drain?”

“Not just full drain, full drain and full filling. Winner gets to knock up the loser. Once the egg’s out, it means we have another week before it wears off, remember? Whoever loses gets to be bitch that whole time.”

“...You must be pretty damn cocky to lay yourself out like that.” Solis just grinned wider as he nodded. “Maybe I’ll drain that from you, too. Wonder how hot your pussy will get?”

“All I know is yours is gonna be fucking sticky until I burn away that fluid with my seed.” Vant reached out and locked hands with Solis, and they leaned into each other. “But if you wanna get me all egged up, you’d better fuckin’ earn it!”

There was no more chatter between the two as they got to work, each channeling energy towards the other to try to overpower the other’s draining effect. At the outset it was an even balance - no surprise to either of them, having done this more than a few times before. It would take a bit before one of them had the edge.

It had all started back when Vant had first joined the team. As an aggressive Fire-type, he had a naturally cocky attitude that he usually could back up with his battle prowess, and a healthy distaste for Grass-types like Solis. For which the feeling was fairly mutual, but it got rougher when it turned out that Solis had almost the exact same attitude that Vant did. Cocky alpha wannabe types didn’t mesh well together, and so it was for Vant and Solis - but the Simisage had the edge, it turned out, despite the type disadvantage, due to one simple trick. When Vant least expected it, Solis channeled his Giga Drain into an altered state, and instead of draining the Charmeleon’s battle energy, he instead drained his strength and masculinity. With his muscle softened and his cock shrunk to a third its proper size, he was an easy target for the buffed-up and upsized monkey, who took his victory lap eagerly. Vant had cooled off for a while after, and Solis had been quick to claim the eternal top spot.

Which had been a mistake, because Vant got him back. He’d learned his own draining technique, Heat Sink, as well as the modulation to get the same effect that Solis’s Giga Drain could have, and ambushed Solis with it, giving him exactly what he’d gotten. No one knew where Vant had learned the move, as it wasn’t even on the official registries at the time, and he never let on where he’d figured it out...but that didn’t matter to Solis, who was more incensed that someone had turned his own special trick against him. It hadn’t been long before he tried to reclaim his pride, but Vant was ready and tried to counter, and they had made the discovery that the two skills counteracted each other directly. After some jawing, they came to an agreement - no more ambushes, but if the challenge was laid down, they’d pit their draining skills against each other and the loser had to allow themselves to be claimed by the winner. Given that they couldn’t really fight it after being enfeebled and emasculated, neither one worried about the other not fulfilling their end of the bargain.

It was a more even match than it might have looked - though Vant was a Fire-type and Solis was a Grass-type, and the base moves matched that, the modified energy was typeless and didn’t favor either one of them. Thus, neither one had any inherent advantage, and in terms of raw power neither one had any particular edge. Most of the time the winner was just the one who was having the better day, and though they wouldn’t outright say it both of them had come to accept that. They had stopped keeping track of how many wins each of them had had, mostly just focusing on who had the most recent victories.

Somewhere along the way, though, things had changed between them. They were never any less at odds with each other, but the dynamic had taken on a new flavor - somehow, they had become attracted to each other. The desire to prove themselves wasn’t gone, but now intermingled with the desire to fuck, or be fucked, and it was hard to claim that the loser didn’t enjoy things just as much as the winner. The nature of the roles had also shifted - the losing party not only was drained, but their dominant urges were sapped out of them, leaving them submissive and deferential during their drained period, which usually lasted through the next day. While neither one of them wanted to give up the prime position, privately they couldn’t deny that they each enjoyed the submissive periods as well, meaning that a ‘loss’ wasn’t really much of one.

Facts were facts, though - they both still wanted to win, just for the sake of winning. And so neither of them was letting up for a second now, especially with bigger stakes on the line. Solis had confirmed that it was possible to do a full drain, which wouldn’t just shrink the losing male, but take their manhood entirely. And when a Pokémon was drained like that, the natural response was to generate the other set of gonads...Vant had nearly started salivating when he’d heard about that. Nothing was a more exciting high than proving oneself such a powerful male that it erased the maleness of the other completely. And the best part was that a proper fucking would create an egg that would stymie their return to normalcy for a week - the egg wasn’t a viable one, but it was just the act of knocking up that was needed. The idea had occurred to them before, but the prospect of a week of submission wasn’t one they had been willing to lay down...until now.

From the outside, it would have just looked like they were pushing against each other, trying to push the other over. Only a few with special visual abilities would have been able to see the raging tides of energy surging against each other, each trying to claim dominance over the other. The prospect of domination had them both quite aroused already, their thick, equal-sized cocks jutting in the air between them, almost touching each other at the tips. As the seconds ticked by, the strain began to wear on each of them, sweat beading on them as they felt the fatigue start to creep up. Whoever won would be fully free of that exhaustion by their bounty...whoever lost, that would be the least of their concerns. But in the test of endurance, it was hard not to show cracks.

Vant was the first to show signs of giving in. The Charmeleon felt his focus falter, and suddenly felt a sucking sensation through his body. His muscle tone started to diminish a little, and he felt a twitch in his cock and balls as they shrank a little bit. His jaw tightened and he staved off further deficit, but that little slip had him at a disadvantage now...Solis had the edge, a slight break could turn to a big one. Indeed, he could see Solis’s grin widen as his arms began to push a little harder on Vant’s, the Charmeleon straining to keep position. If Solis could get him on the ground, he was done for...once one of them was over the other it was pretty much game, neither of them had ever come back from that.

But Vant wasn’t conceding yet. A jet of steam raced from his nostrils into Solis’s face as he steeled himself. The monkey was good, but his one prime weakness was his predictability - he was out in the open about what he could do and he did it well, but you knew he didn’t have any hidden surprises. Vant, on the other hand, liked to have a bit of strategy to his game - not complex strategy, he WAS a Fire-type after all, but a little something to keep him from being easily overwhelmed. And he’d been training himself on this, to hold in reserve a little surge of energy that he could call on to help him come back from a deficit here. In fact Solis had been unwittingly helping him train, through their prior efforts - he’d never called upon it before, even when losing, because it hadn’t been important then. But with the stakes he’d laid? He very much wanted to be the one on top for this...at least, the first time they did it. So now was the time to see if his practice had paid off. With a deep growl he called upon that inner reserve, and he felt his heat flare up a bit as he put everything he had into the renewed assault.

It was ruthlessly effective. Solis was woefully unprepared for the sudden rush, and he had nothing extra in the tank - and after as long as they’d been locked in the struggle, his stamina was running quite low, what little he’d been able to crib from Vant wasn’t enough. He clenched his jaw as the extra strength was drawn back into Vant, and then some - now it was his arms that were being pushed back, his cock that was twitching and shrinking, more quickly than Vant’s had. He strained back, trying to get back to neutral...but the extra effort didn’t have the intensity that the Charmeleon’s had, and a brief halt was followed by a renewed draining. His cracks were bigger and harder to patch...Zant was pushing him back a bit now, the Charmeleon getting closer, hot breath bathing his face. And while both of them were giving off healthy musk, the weakening was letting the effect of his creep up on him, his nose picking it up more strongly and his brain responding to it, making him feel needier and more susceptible to the drain.

It didn’t take much - only a slight drain, an inch off his cock, and Solis broke. His energy fully spent, his drain dropped and he was pushed onto his back. Vant gave a triumphant laugh as he fell onto him, claws not releasing the Simisage’s hands as he went at him ruthlessly. His cock throbbed, swelling up gradually as Solis’s shrank down, slowly losing length and girth and lightening in color. His muscular arms and legs thinned, his body becoming softer and less hardy, while Vant’s above him grow thicker and tougher, the muscle in the lizard buffing up into extra bulk and momentous tone. It took less than a minute for Solis to reach a normal level of diminution, his body robbed of most of its strength and his cock, once a match for Vant’s, now a quarter of the enhanced Charmeleon’s red rocket.

But that was normal, and this was anything but. What Solis had hit was something of a natural checkpoint, and normally further draining wouldn’t take anything more...but a nice little tweak of the energy was all it took to start it up again. And Vant wasted no time...Solis gasped as he felt the sucking sensation return to his body, and went to town on him even more vigorously than before. He wasn’t just losing muscle now, he was actively shrinking, and watching the Charmeleon above him grow as he buffed up even more. There was a tingle in his loins as his cock shrank further, pulling back into his sheath which was slowly tucking into his body, his balls shriveling to what felt like nothing. His arms couldn’t make any push against Vant’s strength now, he was about as weak as a newborn Pansage now, his limbs looking almost fragile in their thinness. And just as powerful was the effect on his mind, the drain had weakened his brain, sucked every dominant thought from it and made him unable to even envision topping another male, and now the powerful Charmeleon musk had completely flooded his mind, making that blazing cock the only thing that mattered. He bucked once as he felt the snap in his loins...it was done. He’d been fully drained, his power was utterly gone and where his cock had once lay, a dripping, puffy set of pussy lips lay twitching.

Zant had gone through entirely the opposite change. Solis had lost about half a foot, Vant had gained the same, making him tower over the Simisage and his shadow entirely envelop the monkey. His arms, his legs, his torso, his tail, all were packed with added beef that made him look and feel almost unstoppable. His cock was half again as long and thick as it had been before, looking oversized on his body even with all the added muscle. And the dominant urges in his brain had been ramped up to eleven, bringing with them a fierce desire to avenge every single instance of being claimed that had happened previously. “Rrrr. Fuckin’ hell, this is WAY more of a rush than usual...you’re gonna get the fucking of a lifetime, bitch.”

“Ah…” Solis shuddered, now that he was in this state that thought was nothing but raw excitement. “Please, Vant, pound me like your little breeding slut, fill me with your lava cum and force me to pump out your eggs…”

“With PLEASURE.” Vant’s right hand released the Simisage’s arm and instead grabbed his leg, jerking it to the side roughly and aiming for that sweet-scented snatch. Solis might have looked delicate, but the Charmeleon wasn’t treating him that way in the slightest - the moment the tip of his blazing-hot cock touched that opening, he surged in, brutally breaking into that tight passage and making Solis let out a long, loud cry of ecstasy. His growl was laden with lust and glee, not just the satisfaction of the claiming but the raw pleasure, the tight cunt clutching his dick and making it feel better than ever. His heat vaporized the sweet fluids, sending them wafting into the air and into his nose, where they fueled his lust even further. Just a few scant seconds of revelry was more than he could handle, and he started pounding away at Solis, more ferocious than ever before.

Any remaining thought that Solis might have had in his brain was shoved instantly aside by that intruding cock. He was usually a match for Vant, able to withstand his type weaknesses pretty well, but with his power so utterly drained the heat stung him harder than it ever had before, and in a passage that had never been known to him before and was radically more sensitive than any other part of him, there was no chance of holding on. He was instantly broken into a mindless dickhound, his raw and wanting cunt a slave to that magnificent Charcock. While it pummeled him, there was nothing in his head but unfiltered ecstasy, nothing escaping him but wordless cries, his body simply on autopilot clenching around that blazing shaft, trying to milk it and get that fiery seed to fill him up.

Were he not high on the power he’d absorbed, Vant might have even been a little concerned about the total blankness in Solis’s gaze. When they were drained, they were both much subbier and softer than usual, but still themselves more or less, but he could already tell that this was an extreme reaction. But hopped up like he was, all that did was excite him further, his bitch had broken as fully and completely as possible and was in perfect condition to be bred and locked in this way. His heart was pounding as he drove in ever more fiercely, the air around him starting to get wavy as his heat flooded his surroundings, flames shooting from his nose as he snorted and growled with his insertions.

There was nothing really for Solis to do but revel in the overwhelming cacophony of sensation. His body jerked and twisted under the Charmeleon’s powerful grip, what range of motion he had was in no way trying to escape but only to magnify the experience further, bringing him higher and higher into the haze of pleasure. His body was in a constant state of climax, the only change being the magnitude as he got more and more overpowered by the raw pleasure. His mouth hanging open, tongue lolled out, eyes glazed over, he was a well-fucked bitch already and the best was yet to come.

Vant was intent on giving it to him as fully as possible, too. His cock speared in harshly, smearing blazing precum all over the Simisage’s pussy walls and leaving a furious burn all over them that refused to be quelled. His grip tightened, shifted to ensure that Solis got the full force of all his thrusts, refusing to let up even the slightest bit. His dick soon started to throb, pulsing harder as he felt his climax start to get very close very quickly - his amped-up lust and body were not the pictures of restraint, but he knew there was no way he would be done with just one orgasm, so he ad no incentive to hold anything back, especially when he was on the verge of planting his egg in his bitch.

But Solis beat him to the peak, a primal cry erupting from his mouth as the mother of all orgasms crashed through him. His vision went white and his body tried to flail under the tight grip of the Charmeleon, cunt squeezing that cock almost violently in a completely uncontrolled display of raw bliss. And Vant couldn’t hold back under than awesome display of need, nor the sudden uptick in sweet sub-musk that came from the evaporation of the monkey’s nectar...with a roar and a spike of heat and flame from his tail, he unloaded his volcanic spunk into that fertile womb, rapidly filling it to capacity and then to excess...there was a swell in the Simisage’s midsection that was almost glowing with raw heat, the enhanced seed so completely inundating that area and ensuring no escape from getting egged up.

Of course, it would still take a bit for that to take shape...and there was no question that Vant wasn’t even close to sated. He’d barely stopped spurting before he pulled out, flipped Solis over onto his stomach, and started to slam in again, not caring in the slightest about bathing his cock in his fresh batter as it squeezed out around him, the pressure on the listless monkey pushing it out. It had already done its duty, and he’d replace it with fresher stuff...and he would be doing so more than once before he had to pull back...

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“Oof...it’s so weird having an egg in me. I don’t know how females deal with it.”

“Shouldn’t be in you for too much longer,” Vant remarked, grinning at the sight of the slightly swollen belly that Solis was rubbing. Not all the egg, either, considering that after he’d felt that taking hold he’d spent plenty of time with Solis’s other welcoming passages as well. It had been sundown before he’d settled down, and now it was early morning after a nice refreshing sleep, and he was already back in peak form like he’d been waiting a week. “Good thing, too, because there’s something else that I want to put in you.”

“Seems to me you’ve been putting it in fine anyway,” the Simisage grunted in a playful way.

“Yeah, but neither your mouth nor your ass gets quite the response your pussy did. I need to milk it for all I can while I’ve got you like this.”

“Mmph...I’m starting to wonder if I should be worried. I feel zero desire to return to normal…you busted something in my brain, I know it.”

“That’ll pass. Tough guy like you, you’ll be able to handle a few dozen mind-shattering orgasms. You’re only locked in for a week, anyway.”

Solis grimaced as he felt a mild cramp; yeah, that egg’s coming out pretty soon. Thank goodness, too, I’m craving that cock as much as he’s craving sticking it in me. “Only locked in for a week, yeah, but I’m not sure I trust myself not to ask for more…you have no idea what this was like, there’s no way I’m going to be able to just shake it out of my head.”

“Is that so? My cock’s that delightful to you, is it? Heh, maybe I’ll use it as incentive for you to throw the next match.” Vant growled lecherously at the Simisage, who shivered almost involuntarily at the idea. “Or maybe all you need is to be on the other end.”

“Maybe...I can’t really even imagine it at the moment, anything I think is just flooded with the need to be penetrated with as many dicks as possible.”

“Rrr, that’ll pass too...and you’ll be doubly hyped up to get me back for it, most likely. At least you’d better be, because I want you to be as fuckin’ ruthless as you can be when you do it.”

Solis looked at the Charmeleon in disbelief. “Wait, what? Are you saying you WANT me to win next time?”

“Hell yeah. I’m hearing you having the time of your fucking life just from the initial salvo. And I might be domination-crazed now, but once you suck that out of me I’m gonna be screaming out as much as you are, and even the dommy part of me is almost drooling at the thought of it. So revel in it, monkey-boy, because I’m gonna be building up as much payback as I can and I want you to turn it back on me with interest.”

It was hard to envision in his current state...Solis wasn’t even sure he’d be ready to be done in just a week, a good part of him had no desire to get back to normal. But the rational part of his brain wasn’t gone - he had more to do than just sex, they had tourneys and he couldn’t let his trainer down. And as much as he and Vant clashed, they trusted each other...he knew the Charmeleon would get him back in the proper shape before he needed it. And when he did, for sure revenge would be on his mind...so he’d worry about that then, and enjoy the altered state without fear for now. And almost certainly not for the last time.