“-thank you, ma’am. So there’s some good news for you in the latest polls. You’re crushing it with the college-educated, and you’re doing really well with the older vote. These are the kind of people who turn out, especially in primaries, so you’re in good shape on that front. Your minority support could stand to be higher, but you still have a plurality over Hartman and Correa. Uh-huh. Yeah, nothing some more work in Boston can’t fix. Listen, the issue is the WWC. Farley’s killing you with the WWC, and if you get to the general Bliss is gonna kill you there, too. Right. We’ll work on that, right? Thank you, ma’am.”

Kevin Cowan hung up his cell phone, shoved it in his pocket, and continued down the busy street. It had been a year and a half since he snapped out of his immature state of mind and started to really apply himself, and it was paying dividends. Rather than wasting away in do-nothing jobs that he still managed to not do enough in, he had found the proper use for his degree in statistics. Crunching numbers for campaigns could be stressful, but he was handling it quite well; certainly much better than he’d have handled it when he was a Riolu.

Now evolved into a Lucario, Kevin had gotten himself together. His demeanor, previously awkward and halting, was now cool, confident and self-assured. His new job as an in-demand pollster and strategist rescued him from his previous role as the black sheep of the family, which meant that his parents would now actually talk about him at parties and galas instead of changing the subject to Peg and Maura. And-

A series of cheerful chimes came from his phone, and Kevin smiled. He took it back out of his pocket and checked the notifications. Sure enough-his boyfriend, with his daily check-in.

“Hi, sweetie! Just checking in to see how you’re doing. Don’t string yourself out too much! Date night after the primary?” A string of emojis followed, some relevant (hearts, wine glasses) and some not (he wasn’t sure what the Hungarian flag was doing there).

Kevin could hear Danny’s voice as he read the text-a cheery, exuberant Long Island squawk, the sort that would be annoying if he wasn’t so damn lovable. Comparing the sweet-natured Ninetales to the cold, needling Glaceon that came before him was like night and day (Bree took the breakup well, at least, returning to the dating scene and doubtlessly finding some other man to torment). Kevin texted back: Sure thing!

Today had been a long, draining day of work, and it was tempting to go right back to his apartment and go right to sleep. But Kevin was going to use his newfound discipline to go right back to where it all started.

---

Kevin used to distance himself from the reputation that The Core had, to little success. No matter how good the equipment was, no matter how long the waiting list was, most people thought that the sole purpose of the place was for rich, powerful men to fuck each other. Which, to be fair, was a big part of it, but certainly not the only part of it.

Now, of course, Kevin didn't push back. He didn’t need to; he was comfortable enough how he was, and to try and claim otherwise would make him sound desperate. Besides, who needed to apologize for a good time?

As Kevin Cowan settled down in front of his locker, depositing his workout bag in front of him, he thought about how all this had started. One day, by chance, a married couple of two studly multimillionaires sat down next to him on the bench-the very bench where he sat now- and asked if he wanted to come back to their place for fun. They were handsome enough (one a Lucario, one a Delphox), so Kevin decided to take a chance and cancel plans with his now-ex girlfriend.

After a whole night of bearhugs, squeezes, headscissors, facesitting, body worship, spanking, and more besides, Kevin left their estate with spirals in his eyes and a couple of phone numbers in his pocket. Joseph Bachmann and Alistair Carlisle were their names, and their advice and friendship (and sex, lest we forget) helped Kevin get on the right track.

Kevin couldn’t see them in the locker room, though. What he could see was...ugh.

“Well, if it isn’t our old friend Cowan!”

“We were wondering what happened with you!”

The goddamn Kerrigan twins. Kevin closed his eyes and exhaled through his nose.

“Connor. Liam.”

Connor and Liam Kerrigan were a pair of twentysomething Zangooses (Zangoose? Zangeese? Zangooses? Kevin could never get the damn plural right), and they had been a pain in Kevin’s ass since high school-sometimes a literal pain in the ass in their fraternity days. Their family got their money 150 years before they were born, and yet they acted like they earned every penny. They have, without irony, said “do you know who my father is?” on several occasions.

The twins were identical, save for a golden cross on a thin chain that Liam wore and Connor did not. They were both short and stocky, with thick chests and firm, rounded bellies. At the moment, they wore nothing but white towels wrapped around their broad waists.

“We couldn’t help but notice,” Connor said, irritating smirk on his face, “that you’re a Lucario now! Congrats, maaaaaan!” The Zangoose drew out the “man” to make the whole thing sound even faker.

Kevin rolled his eyes. “Uh-huh. And when did you two evolve, again? Right, you can’t.” Despite the comeback, the Lucario was starting to feel some of that old insecurity creep in. Leave it to these two assholes to take him back to high school.

“We don’t need to evolve!” Liam said, perhaps a tad more defensively than his brother would have liked. “We’re already perfect,” Connor added, picking up the slack and stepping towards Kevin. “And if we did need to evolve, we wouldn’t need a coupla sugar daddies to get us there.”

Kevin snorted. “What sugar daddies? I didn’t need anyone else.”

“Actually,” Liam said, “you do. Like, by definition.” He smirked, leaning in closer to Kevin. “And who else would give you that evolution, huh?”

“His boyfriend?” Connor chipped in, rhetorically, before Kevin could say anything.

“Naaah, that can’t be it,” Liam returned. “Speaking of your boyfriend, what the hell were you thinking, man? Dumping that hot piece of ass Glaceon for that faggot?”

“I-” Kevin started, about to defend his boyfriend’s honor, before Connor spoke right over him. 

“You think we haven’t had bitches? It’s just what you gotta deal with for good pussy, bro!” This was one of the ways the Kerrigans liked to bully Kevin-completely bulldoze over him when he tried to get a word in edgewise.

“My girl threw a toaster in my bath,” Liam said. “Honest to God truth. If the dumb bitch didn’t forget to plug it in I’d be dead now. But she fucks like a freak! You don’t throw that away!”

“I didn’t know you were so romantic, Liam,” Kevin deadpanned. The Zangoose ignored him.

“Point is, some trashy queer from Massapequa isn’t gonna make you evolve,” Connor said. “D’you know what did?” He leaned in to Kevin’s ear and sneered. “Big thick daddy dick, that’s what.”

The Lucario’s face went beet red for a second before he growled. “Fuck off,” he hissed, earning peals of laughter from the Zangooses.

“Touchy, touchy!” Liam crowed. “Did we hit a nerve?”

“I bet we did,” Connor chimed in. “I bet he was gonna rinse himself out to get ready for them!”

“Listen, you fucking-” Kevin started, but the twins were already off to the races.

“What’s the big German one like?” Liam taunted.

“I bet he’s a real freak,” Connor said. “Like, the kind who can’t get hard unless you’re in a cage or something.”

“He must be huge, too!” Liam said, the two twins going back and forth like a game of douchebag ping-pong. “You must sound like a bitch when he fucks you, huh?”

“‘Oooooh! Oooooooh!’” Connor moaned, mocking Kevin in a girly falsetto. “‘Fuck me harder, mein vati!’”

“And how about that big Scottish fruitcake?” Liam added on. Kevin balled his fists, but still didn’t have the courage to fight back-he had done that before when he was younger, to no avail. Maybe he had matured some, but some bullies just got under your skin too easily.

“Who? The Delphox?” Connor asked.

“Yeah, that’s the one! I bet l’il Kevin looooooves being under that kilt!”

“He doesn’t even wear a-” Kevin began, before once again getting cut off by Connor.

“I’ve seen him around, you know,” the Zangoose said. “He kinda looks like that Medieval History professor back in school, right, Liam?”

“Dude, he totally does! Didn’t think boring old queers did it for you, Kev!”

“And just who,” a deep, rich voice asked, faintly amused, “is a boring old queer?”

Kevin, Connor and Liam all froze. Then, they slowly looked to the source of the voice, their eyes going wide.

Standing side by side, smirking down at the two Zangooses, was Joseph Bachmann and Alistair Carlisle. They were halfway through with changing out of their workout clothes, which meant that their hard, chiseled, hairy chests were on full display. All they had on were their jockstraps-the Lucario’s a solid jet black, the Delphox’s a red-and-blue tartan pattern. Alistair gave a low, thrumming chuckle, while Joseph simply stared at the transfixed Zangooses.

“You’ll be coming with us, young men.”

Connor shuddered. Liam gulped. Kevin gave a big, ear-to-ear grin.

---

The following is an incomplete list of things the Kerrigan twins have done to Kevin Cowan in the years they’ve known each other. They have wrestled him to the ground and wrenched his arm back until he submitted; they have given him wedgies so painful that he needed soothing cream after they were through; they have taken turns shoving his face into their armpits after gym class; they have sat on him, pressing the air out from his chest or smothering his face under their weight; they have spanked him until he was a blubbering mess; they have seemingly went out of their way to steal his girlfriends every chance they got; they have made fun of every part of Kevin’s being, from his looks to his voice to his parents to his interests to his lovers.

This is all to say that Kevin Cowan was fucking loving this.

Alistair and Joseph sat on a large blue wrestling mat, Connor and Liam bent over their respective laps. Kevin had found a folding chair to sit in as he watched the show unfold, focusing with rapt, decidedly vindictive glee. The two Pokestuds were always ready to assert their dominance, and the Kerrigan twins provided a wonderful opportunity.

“OW! OW! OWFUCKTHATHURTS!” Connor was already complaining nice and loud, squirming on Alistair’s lap as the mature Delphox administered a harsh spanking. Liam was in a similar predicament on Joseph’s lap, although he was quieter than his brother-each stinging strike only elicited a clenched-teeth groan or sharp inhale. The two Zangooses each had big, full behinds, plump and ripe for spanking; Alistair and Joseph were only too happy to oblige.

“Don’t be a baby,” the Scottish Delphox chided, teasingly patting one of Connor’s thick buttcheeks before giving it a savage spank-THWACK! “We’ve only just started, after all.” The Zangoose grit his teeth, loudly whimpering as Alistair rained down upon his poor ass. The big Poke-DILF was an expert; he knew exactly how long to wait in between spanks to maximise the sub’s pain, he knew exactly when to return to a red spot in order to aggravate a fading sting, and he knew exactly how to talk to a sub to make them feel small.

“Kevin’s told me all about you, young man,” Alistair said, his rich, oaken Scottish brogue sending shivers down Connor’s spine even in this position. “Someone ought to have done this a long time ago.” He punctuated that with a spank that cracked like a rifle shot, earning a high-pitched squawk from the Zangoose. “But if it’s going to be my job to discipline you, well…” Another spank, and another shuddering moan from Connor. “I’ll make sure you’ll remember this for a while.”

That was something Alistair had in common with his husband, who was tenderizing Liam’s bottom with military precision. The two studs were paying special attention to the spot where the Zangooses’ thighs met their rumps, making sure to double back to those spots every few swats. This was by design; when the twins would sit after the ordeal, the pressure would be heaviest on those spots, making the burn start all over again and making them remember their punishments.

Liam, for his part, was trying his best not to let his pain show. The Lucario daddy gave heavy, merciless spanks, the kind that go through you in a wave and knock the air out of you like you were punched in the gut. He didn’t speak much as he punished Liam, spanking the Zangoose as though he were a machine. The burn was starting to get heavy, but he wasn’t going to give up that easily.

“Is that all you got?” Liam growled, doing his best to sound masculine and defiant. “If y-you’re-OW!” He was interrupted by another hard spank that nearly made him see stars. “If you’re-OW!-if you’re stronger than your-URGH-stronger than your-ohjesusfuck.” The burning sensation had grown so strong that he needed to gasp for air, almost hyperventilating over Joseph’s lap. It felt like he had sat on a hot stove, and he summoned all his strength to get through his sentence. “If you’re stronger than your pussy husband, I bet Connor can’t feel a goddamn-”

A loud, hair-raising cry, the kind that only comes out with real pain and humiliation, interrupted Liam. It was the sound of Connor, naked and humiliated, kicking his legs and wailing like a child who dropped his ice cream cone. Alistair chortled with sadistic pleasure, picking up the pace and increasing the pitch of Connor’s undignified sobs.

“Stop stop stop stop oh fuck oh fuck ow ow ow ow ow OOOOOOOW please stop PLEASE PLEASE AAAAAAAAAOOOOOWWW!”

As Kevin watched his tormentor weep like a little girl with a scraped knee, he wanted to go back in time and tell his middle school self that things were gonna turn out awesome. 

---

When Kevin first hooked up with Alistair and Joseph, he quickly learned that the two Poke-DILFs had a thing for bearhugs. It was hard at first-their arms felt like they were made of granite, and such painfully tight squeezes left the then-Riolu with more than a few bruises. Soon, though, he came to relish them; the warmth and immediacy, the constant pressure, the feeling of the doms’ breath in his ear as they bore down.

The Kerrigan twins, suffice it to say, had not learned to love bearhugs.

“Get your fucking hands off me!” Liam barked, the Zangoose kicking and squirming as Alistair scooped him up as though he were nothing but a big plushie. “Do you hear me, you old cocksucker? I’ll fucking bury you!” Then, he brought out a phrase that had worked so well for him in the past. “Do you know who my dad is?”

Alistair wrapped his arms around Liam’s middle, immobilizing the Zangoose’s arms at his side, and smirked. “As a matter of fact, I do,” he said. “John Kerrigan, isn’t he? Runs the family whisky business?”

“Yeah, and he’s gonna fucking-”

“We’re good friends,” Alistair said, breezily. As Liam was taken off-guard by that, the Delphox began to slowly, gradually cinch his arms tighter around the Zangoose, talking as he did so. “A friend of his invited Joseph and I to his wife’s-well, your mother’s-fortieth birthday, and we hit it off.” The Delphox grinned as he watched Liam’s increasing discomfort, the Zangoose kicking his legs and trying to wriggle free.

“We go out for drinks sometimes, you know,” Alistair continued, the big Poke-daddy continuing to tighten his grip on Liam. “Your father makes for excellent company. Very friendly, very affectionate.” As Liam grit his teeth and grimaced in pain, Alistair leaned in closer.

“Sometimes, he comes back to our place,” the Delphox murmured. “Would you like to know what happens next?”

Liam snarled. “Real fucking funny. Like my dad would ever-ERKH!” The Zangoose was interrupted by Alistair squeezing down with his full strength, locking him tight against the Delphox’s firm chest and leaving a few nasty bruises. Through his heart thumping in his ears, he could hear Connor groaning and whining as Joseph toyed with him like some sadistic python. For a moment, he was glad he couldn’t see what was happening to his twin brother. Then Alistair began to speak again, and everything was drowned out by that smoky Scottish baritone.

“When we get back to our place,” Alistair purred, “your father gets down on his knees and sucks me off like a truck stop whore.”

Liam stopped grunting and groaning from the pain upon hearing that. “What…?” he choked out. His face turned red, either from the pressure or the shock.

“Oh, yes,” Alistair said. “He can take all nine inches down his throat without so much as a cough.” The Delphox chuckled. “He has some trouble taking my husband’s, though.”

“That’s alright,” Joseph added, not far away from Alistair and Liam. “I like it when he gags.”

For a moment, the only sound came from Connor, writhing and moaning in Joseph’s squeezing arms.

“You’re lying,” Liam said, growing horror in his voice.

“You can ask him yourself,” Alistair said. “Joseph, if you please?”

Liam could hear Joseph’s footsteps behind him, before feeling a warm, heavy pressure on his back. Was he bearhugging him from behind? Then where was Connor? A quiet little moan came from behind, and Liam realized what was happening.

The two Zangoose twins were back to back, each pressed flush up against a beefy, sadistic daddy squeezing them like tubes of toothpaste. The grip tightened and tightened. Liam felt like he was in a trash compactor. Alistair kept talking.

“I haven’t even gotten to how we fuck your father,” he said, lasciviously.

Liam made a noise somewhere between a cough and a wheeze. “Fhhhk…”

“He likes to rim us first,” Joseph added, grunting and tightening the grip.

“Yes,” Alistair crooned. “He’s always so hungry for it, too!”

“Even when we’re sitting on his face,” Joseph said, grinning, “you can hear him snort and groan like an asspig.”

Liam tried to say “shut the fuck up”, but the pressure had grown to the point where he couldn’t say anything. All he could do was bury his burning face in Alistair’s bristly chest hairs as the two Poke-doms talked about how they fucked his dad.

“And you know,” Alistair said, breathing and groaning into Liam’s ear. “You should hear your dad when he gets a dick in his fat arse. Mmmmf!”

“He moans and pants and squeals,” Joseph said, lewdly emphasizing each word.

“‘Oooooh,” Alistair groans, imitating Liam’s father as the Zangoose whined. “‘Fuck me, daddy! Ooooh, daddy, fill me up, yes! Yes! Ooooooooh!’”

Liam felt like he was about to explode, from either the constant squeezing pressure or the disgust and shock he felt. Faintly, he heard Kevin in the background, cackling with vengeful glee.

---

Countless former neighbors and roommates could attest to the fact that the Kerrigan twins were a noisy duo. Whether they were up all night partying, drinking with friends, having furious shouting matches with their girlfriends, having furious make-up sex with those same girlfriends, or whatever else, they were loud, loud, loud. But for now, they were silent, and for Kevin it was a blessed relief; the voices that had been yammering in his ears since grade school had finally been quieted.

Of course, what really made it great fun was the way that they were quieted.

Joseph gave a rich, rolling chuckle as Liam kicked and flailed about beneath him, frantically pushing his hands against his massive blue ass cheeks and trying to lift the titanic Lucario off of his face. It was a futile endeavor, of course; the Zangoose may as well have been a mouse trying to fell a dragon with a sewing needle. Joseph stayed put, and that colossal rump remained on Liam’s face.

Kevin was nervous about playing around with another man’s ass, at least in the beginning. However, with gentle coaxing (and, sure, perhaps some hot, heavy facesitting), Alistair and Joseph taught him to love their thick, meaty musclebutts. Kevin relished the chance to ogle them, and oftentimes the first thing he wanted to do whenever they hooked up was to worship their asses. Of course, the Kerrigans weren’t quite so enthusiastic.

“Did you give up so quickly?” Alistair asked, rhetorically, to the Zangoose whose face was smothered in the Delphox’s hairy ass. “Tsk, tsk! I expected more from you, Connor.” Connor didn’t say anything; he just went as still as he could, trying his best to hold his breath underneath the Poke-stud. His face was turning colors from the lack of air, but he had to keep it up as long as he could.

Not that Alistair made it easy; in fact, the big Scottish daddy seemed to go out of his way to make it as hard for Connor as he could. He moved his hips to and fro, grinding that juicy, furry rump all over Connor’s face, disorienting the Zangoose with the constant movement as well as brining him in sweat. The Zangoose had his eyes scrunched shut to keep the salty stinging sweat away, and he tried to keep his mouth shut for as long as he could.

When the two daddies decided to have mercy and let up for a little bit of air, the twins couldn’t even summon the energy to curse them out (even though they badly wanted to). All they could do was gasp for air, like their heads had been submerged in a basin of water. Their two tormentors looked up, smiling at the thoroughly-entertained Lucario watching it all go down.

“What do you think, Kevin?” Joseph asked, his hand keeping Liam’s thrashing head more or less in place. “Think we should give them a break?”

From between Alistair’s legs, Connor looked at Kevin with a desperate, pleading look in his eyes, the kind that only someone totally stripped of their power could give. The Lucario could have sung with joy.

“Well, I guess,” Kevin said. He heard the twins sigh in relief, savored the moment, and smirked. “But only if they give your asses a nice, wet kiss.”

Kevin could practically hear the Kerrigan’s hearts sink into their stomachs. Joseph looked over his shoulder at Liam, giving a taunting little smirk. Liam looked like a kid who got his teddy bear snatched away. For a moment, the only sound was the whirring air conditioning of the gym.

“NO!” Liam hollered. The Zangoose struggled and kicked and writhed beneath the Lucario behemoth, a broken stream of curses, threats, slurs and pleas pouring from his mouth. “You fucking-I’m gonna-no-you fucking queers I’m going to-NO-I’ll fucking kill you-NO NO NO NO NO!” It was hard to watch, even for Kevin; luckily, all Joseph needed to do was lower his hips to shut him up again.

As Connor watched his brother scream muffled pleas for mercy into fat, hairy Lucario musclebutt, Alistair tilted his head down at him. “I think you’ll be a little more cooperative, don’t you?”

Connor cringed. He gulped. He felt like he could be sick. And yet, he raised his head, slowly moving it towards that big red-furred ass, letting its hot, salty-spicy scent burn into his mind, until he pressed his lips against one toned ass cheek. He puckered up, made a low little suckling noise, and smacked his lips. “MmmmmmmmWAH!”

Alistair chuckled; Connor groaned; Kevin had just finished fishing his cock out of his shorts.

---

“What do you suppose he’s so upset about?” Joseph mused, the big Lucario tilting his head at Kevin.

The skinnier Lucario rested his chin in his hand, as though thinking hard on the matter. “You know, I’m not quite sure,” he said. “I can’t imagine why he’s making such a fuss. Do you think we should ask him?”

“I guess it couldn’t hurt,” Joseph said, before looking down. “What’s wrong, Connor? Something the matter?”

“MMMMMMMMF!” Connor gave a loud, muffled shout, as loud as he could given his uncomfortable position. Apparently not yet satisfied, the burly Poke-doms decided to subject the Zangoose twins to their hot, hairy armpits, as well. Joseph had Connor in an airtight headlock, allowing virtually no wiggle room whatsoever as he kept the unfortunate young man’s face trapped in the harsh, sweaty cavern.

“Sorry, I couldn’t quite hear you,” Joseph said, as Kevin snickered at his bully’s plight. “Could you say that again?” Connor tried to open his mouth to speak, but he got nothing but a mouthful of Joseph’s bristly, wiry armpit hairs. They were mixed in with his normal blue fur, and they were almost sharp in Connor’s mouth. He cried out in disgust, but it came out as a choking, sickened cough. Joseph looked up at Kevin with a smile, flexing his free arm and winking.

Alistair didn’t have Liam in a headlock, but that didn’t comfort Liam much. The Delphox was using the other Zangoose as though he were a bar of soap or a stick of deodorant, keeping his arm raised and scrubbing Liam’s face up and down his pit. The sweat would have been harsh enough even if Alistair wasn’t a fire-type, but as it was it practically steamed as it hit Liam’s nose. The scent wasn’t unclean or unwashed, but it was so overwhelmingly ripe and masculine that Liam felt like his nose hairs were being burnt out. He was so disgusted that he couldn’t even speak or scream; every now and then, he’d give a guttural gag from the back of his throat, but that was about all he could manage.

Alistair, as always, was more than happy to make things worse. “Between you and me,” the sophisticated Delphox murmured in Liam’s ear, keeping his nose buried in that overwhelming armpit, “I think this suits you well.” Liam gave a choked little groan as Alistair continued. “How’s it feel, hmmm? To be an older man’s sweat rag?” He ground Liam’s face even deeper into that sweaty crevice. “C’mon, don’t be shy. Tell me.”

Liam didn’t respond. Liam couldn’t respond. Not two hours ago, he was the confident alpha of the gym; now, he had been squeezed, smothered, sat on, mocked and humiliated. An unfamiliar heat started to form behind his eyes, and his lip started to quiver. Fuck fuck fuck, I can’t, no-

It was a relief that Alistair shoved him back into his armpit, or else he’d have burst into tears in front of everybody.

---

The Kerrigan twins were almost done. Soon, the two burly DILFs would stop tormenting them and move on with their day. This hellish ordeal was almost through! But that wasn’t much consolation when they were being finished off like this.

Alistair had his legs wrapped around Connor’s midsection, those thick thighs locking him in place as his arm wrapped around the Zangoose’s neck. He didn’t even need to hold on terribly tight; Connor began to buck and wriggle in his grip, but that vise grip on his throat was relentless.

Joseph, meanwhile, didn’t put Liam in a sleeper hold. As a matter of fact, he didn’t put him in any sort of hold. Instead, he simply laid on his stomach, folding his arms on the mat and resting his chin on his forearms. Not only did Liam have to deal with 400 pounds of musclegut Lucario, but he had to deal with the lack of air that came from being pressed face-first between Joseph’s thick pecs.

“Glllkh!” Speaking of a lack of air, Connor’s eyes started to bulge out, his hands scrambling to Alistair’s bicep and trying desperately to pry it off of his throat. That only earned him a rolling chuckle from the big Delphox, who stayed as still as a statue while Connor thrashed in his grip like a fly caught in a spiderweb.

Liam knew that trying to push Joseph off of him was a futile endeavor-where the fuck would he even start?-but he had to do something. His entire world was heavy, hairy Lucario chest, and it felt like the air was being pressed out of him with a giant boulder. He started to kick his legs, moving his hands up to Joseph’s sides to try and push the titan off of him.

Kevin stood from his chair, sauntering over to the mat and crouching down to get eye-to-eye with Connor. The Zangoose’s face had turned a vivid purple from the lack of air, and what breaths he took were turned to low, rattling wheezes thanks to Alistair’s constant squeeze. Connor’s eyes were wide and bulging as he watched Kevin’s lips spread into the kind of smug grin that so rarely graced the Lucario’s face.

“I just want you to remember this,” Kevin said. “Whenever you guys think you’re unstoppable, whenever you think you’re better than everyone else. Whenever you feel like that, I want you to remember how easy it was to turn you into a bitch. Got it?”

As though from underwater, Connor could hear Liam’s arm thump against the mat in defeat. His own vision grew fuzzy. It felt like his mind was being overtaken by radio static.

He blinked, and saw Kevin smile at Alistair.

“Thanks for this, Daddy,” he cooed.

---

“Well?”

The Kerrigan twins groaned as they looked Kevin over. The young Lucario sat on the chair as though he were a prince upon his throne, looking expectantly at his former bullies.

“You heard him,” Joseph rumbled. He and Alistair stood at either side of Kevin, glaring down at Connor and Liam.

Grudgingly, they obeyed. They stepped forward one, two steps, in the sort of synchronicity that only twins have. They leaned in, gingerly, before pressing their lips against Kevin’s cheek; Connor on the right, Liam on the left.

“I’m sorry, Kevin,” Connor said, queasily. He looked like there was a sniper rifle trained on his forehead.

“We should have left you alone,” Liam added. He swallowed and rubbed his red eyes, burning from the salty sweat that had dripped into them.

“Good,” Kevin said. He gestured up to the big Pokemon. “Now, thank them.”

There was a moment’s hesitation, but only a moment. The two of them looked at Alistair and Joseph and cringed, like students sent to the principal’s office.

“Thank you, sirs,” Connor said.

“We needed to be taught a lesson.” Liam sighed. At least it was over.

Alistair shared a wordless look with Joseph, before a wolfish grin came across his face.

“I think you can call us Daddy now, don’t you think, boys?”