A New Training Regimen (WIP) (Patreon)

Training right beside her pokemon was something that Bea did on a regular. Something that not only pushed her own strengths to limits that shocked people when they saw her, but pushed her connection with her pokemon to something that other trainers were jealous of. And while she found it funny that people would compare her to how other trainers would simply command their pokemon while she sparred hand-to-hand with them, she couldn’t deny that it was the truth. It allowed her to keep growing along with her team.

However, for as glamorous as the training could be, there were always downsides. Being a human that was fighting barehanded against a Machamp, she was usually sore after their training sessions. Something that she took in stride. But as her Machamp began to outpace her and the gap between them grew wider and wider, Bea knew that she had to do something. And that’s when she made a deal with her Machamp. If it continued to beat her in their training sessions, she would allow it to do what it wanted with her after said session. Being a pokemon, Bea didn’t expect anything of it. Maybe more training or she would have to leave him out of his pokeball for a while so they could relax together.

Fortunately for Bea, she wouldn’t need to find out exactly what her Machamp wanted from her if it won. That deal she made with him was enough to push her to keep pace with him, though she was much more sore after their sparring.

That was, until today.

Toward the end of the training session with her Machamp, Bea found herself hoisted into the air by him with one hand wrapped around the ankle while the other held tightly to her wrists. He held her parallel to the ground underneath her, allowing her a clear view as he crossed his two free arms while smirking at her. And for a moment, Bea did her best to struggle free of his grip. Trying her best to use her free leg to tear herself free of the grip around her ankle, but as the Machamp’s grip grew tighter, it became clear that wasn’t going to happen.

So, with a heavy sigh, Bea nodded her head. “I concede. You’ve won this round, Machamp.” There was a clear sense of disappointment in her voice. Not because he bested her in their training. It was bound to happen from time to time. But because she felt that it was close enough she could have won out if he didn’t get this current grip on her. “Put me down… What do you want as your reward?”

Instead of being lowered to the ground like she expected, Bea found herself spun around so that her back was facing the Machamp and pressed against his chest. His arms moved from her wrists and ankle to having one hand on each of her thighs while the other two latched onto her breasts through her sports bra. “W-What do you think you’re doing…?”

The words left her lips with a clear sense of confusion and concern. Deep down, Bea always knew that pokemon had sexual urges but the ones she trained with never showed any interest in that sort of thing. Maybe this one was using this win as a chance to explore that? Maybe it had been hiding how it felt until it had a chance to get her in a position like this? Or maybe it was simply some weird season where Machamps were in heat and hers was taking the opportunity from their deal.

No matter what the reason was, Bea was unable to struggle against him as the hands that were on her thighs slowly moved along them and brought her legs to point toward the sky. Before she knew it, the same hands that were holding onto her thighs a moment ago were now latched onto the back of her head and holding her in a full nelson. While the other two hands were casually playing with her small but supple breasts like there was no tomorrow.

For a moment, and just a moment, Bea let everything sink in. Her body was sore and aching, both she and Machamp were exhausted from their training, and it clearly had plans to enjoy her body as it won. She would have no chance of breaking free from his grip if she wasn’t okay with his choice. But, at the same time, she knew that he wasn’t going to ruin her and leave her unable to keep up with their day-to-day life. Especially because it would cause him to lose out on his favorite training partner. Though, that didn’t stop her from feeling fear and worry as his cock sprang up from underneath her and slapped against her shorts.

A deep, shaky breath filled Bea’s nostrils as her eyes were locked on the throbbing member that began to rub against her shorts. “You’ll… Be gentle, right? You know I can’t train with you anymore if I can’t stand… Right…?” The only response that she got was the sound of a grunt that made it clear he knew what he was doing. That she didn’t need to say anything for him to not break her. “Okay… Good.”

Bea only had enough time to let out a heavy breath before she felt the tip of her Machamp’s cock pressing against her shorts. And for a moment, a spark of pleasure rushed through her. The feeling of her pussy being teased through her clothes was enough to make her a bit excited about where this was going to go. And then his tip pressed more firmly against the fabric of her shorts, making it clear that he was planning on just tearing through without moving them. However, when he paused and simply started to grind against her, agitation began to fill her.

Bea didn’t know how long she had been staring at that throbbing cock pressing against her shorts, causing her pussy lips to be visible through the soaked fabric. But she did know that she was getting sick of just looking at it flicking against her pussy and teasing her like it was. And when her Machamp released one of her breasts just to smack it a moment later, she had enough of his teasing. “If you’re going to fuck me!” She paused when she realized just what she was blurting out, causing a deep blush to come to her cheeks. “Then stop teasing me… And just do it. Okay? Fuck me already.”

After her outburst, Bea could have sworn she heard a laugh come from her Machamp, his chest bouncing against her back for a second. But that thought quickly left her mind as that cock suddenly ripped through her shorts and the first few inches forced their way into her pussy. At that moment, Bea’s mind went blank and everything around her disappeared. The only thing she knew for sure that was happening was the pleasure that washed over her and flooded her system faster than she could think.

Hot and heavy breaths almost immediately began to spill from her as her Machamp began to thrust into her, the world slowly returning her to her mind. It was an incredible feeling and stronger than she could have possibly expected. Yet, here she was, taking inch after inch of her pokemon’s cock as it plunged into her. And she couldn’t find the voice to argue against it or do anything other than moan in bliss.

Bea’s eyes drifted down toward the cock that was still only barely halfway inside of her. If the first few inches were enough to make her feel as good as she was…