Pokéballs: Home Gym

“Think you’re ready?” she asked.

“Mffbr?” came the muffled reply from the bathroom. Isaac took another second to finish drying his face, making sure to run his towel up the length of each of his long, pointed ears. His toeclaws clacked against the tiled floor as he took a few restless steps back and forth, unable to quite stand still. Today was a big day, and the freshly showered Umbreon wanted to look his best.

On the bed lay his girlfriend Amber, sprawled nude across the top of the sheets in the early summer heat. She watched her lover through the doorway as he toweled off, her eyes tracing the lines in his torso. Isaac had been working out all month, and it showed. Her man had always carried some lean muscle, but his recent extra training had brought out a clearly defined six-pack, along with broader shoulders and a delightfully tight ass. It was fun having such quality eye candy around the house.

“…I didn’t quite catch that,” the Lucario teased, her gaze lingering on the morning wood bobbing between his legs. “Are you ready, or what?”

Isaac finally finished drying the black fur of his muzzle, blinking twice before looking over at his partner. “Uh…maybe?” he repeated, grinning shyly. He stepped back into the bedroom, pausing to hang his wet towel off the top of the door. “I mean…I feel like my stomach is full of Butterfrees, but that was always going to happen.”

“Aww, what?! Just ‘maybe’?” Amber sat up, admiring the Umbreon’s butt for the brief moment he was turned away from her. “Come on, you’re going to do great! You’ve been training so hard, babe.”

“Yeah.” He smiled tentatively. “I guess I’m as prepared as I’ll ever be. But like — it’s the Underground League! It’s scary, you know?”

“You’ll be ready for it. Though…” She leaned forwards eagerly, tilting her head to one side. “You’re not [i]completely[/i] ready just yet.”

“Yeah?” he asked, glancing back over his shoulder.

Planting her paws flat on the mattress, the naked Lucario scooted forwards to the edge of the bed. She lifted one footpaw, waggling it provocatively. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

Isaac’s face fell. “Ah.” The male looked slightly queasy. “I, uh.”

She batted her eyelashes at him. “Come on, you know the drill.”

The male hesitated for a long, long moment…then turned reluctantly, marching over to stand in front of her.

—

Amber and Isaac had been best friends for as long as either could remember — ever since they had met in grade school and bonded over a mutual love of battling. As kids, they had spent entire days play-fighting on the playground: Eevee vs. Riolu, trading kicks and punches and special attacks, then running home together to watch the latest Sinnoh League highlights on TV. Time and time again, their parents had scolded them for playing too rough, but there was no stopping it. The pair were always covered in scrapes and bruises, and they were always happy.

In time, as they grew older and evolved, that friendship had blossomed into full-blown romance. They still fought, of course — if anything, more fiercely and physically than ever before — but now, when the battle was over and they ran home together, they skipped the Sinnoh League highlights and went straight to fucking like Lopunnies. For two horny teenagers, it was the perfect opportunity to explore each other’s bodies.

And then the Underground League had arrived.

There had been whispered rumors about a naked, no-holds-barred battling league in Kanto, but it had sounded way too farfetched to be true…until footage started showing up online. The first few videos were grainy and shaky, filmed by random spectators in the audience, but the quality didn’t matter: both ‘mon were immediately hooked. The battles were raw, and sexual, and brutal, and above all: exciting. Even before the League found fame, Isaac and Amber knew the names and records of every fighter: Larissa the Lapdancer, Hot-Foot Harry, Camilla the Low Kick Queen. At 18, their first serious vacation together was a trip to Celadon City for the Season 2 finals. 

Isaac had originally been drawn to the League because of its focus on sex as a battle technique — hot, sweaty, competitive sex — but as the League grew older, ballbusting quickly emerged as an even more important tactic. The male found himself a bit alarmed by the League’s growing focus on testicular trauma, but Amber’s enthusiasm for the League was infectious, and he learned to get used to it.

Even as the League’s tactics evolved, with a little less sex and a lot more ballbusting, they continued to follow it closely. Watching an Underground League battle together was like foreplay — by the time the match was over, they were usually already making out. It was a lot easier to overlook some poor Sandslash getting his balls kicked in when Amber was already impaled on his cock, moaning with lust. Their love for the Underground League continued to grow.

Recently, when the League had finally announced that it was expanding to their home region of Sinnoh, they both knew they had to try out. Sadly, Amber had missed the final cut — perhaps due to the unexpectedly high volume of female applicants — but much to his surprise, Isaac had been accepted. He’d been given an ID card, a welcome packet, and a month to prepare for his first battle.

Amber had been heartbroken to miss the cut, but rather than wallow in her disappointment, she had dedicated herself to helping Isaac train. After all, the Umbreon needed someone to motivate him and push him to his limits. As his long-time romantic partner and even longer-time sparring partner, she knew his battling style better than anyone.

And she was dedicated.

Very dedicated.

—

“…Don’t you think we should skip this morning?” Isaac asked hesitantly, looking down at his girlfriend. “The match is literally today.”

“It’s not until tonight,” she countered, lifting her bare footpaw until it bumped against the underside of his dark-furred ballsac. The Lucario wiggled her toes for a moment, gently toying with his balls. “That’s plenty of time to recover.”

The Umbreon gave an almost inaudible whine, his heavy cock twitching with arousal despite the impending danger to his pupmakers. His heart pounded in his chest as her footpaw drifted higher, teasing his stiff length. “But they still ache from last night,” he complained.

Amber looked beautiful in the morning light. Like Isaac, her body was well-toned, but it was easy to miss it beneath her well-padded curves. The metal spike at the center of her chest was all but swallowed by her generous breasts, and when she walked, the sway of her hips was intoxicating. She moved like a burlesque dancer, with a knowledge of her body and the power that it held over others.

With her paws planted behind her on the bed, the female was essentially thrusting her chest out. She ran a toe along the underside of Isaac’s shaft, and watched his eyes drift to her tits.

“Listen to your trainer,” she purred.

Isaac had spent many hours building muscle at the gym down the street, but Amber was his true personal trainer — and this was her training regimen. Kicks in the balls every morning. More kicks every night. On the weekends, they’d do it again at lunchtime, and once more in the afternoon. It had started out with just one hard hit per session, but they’d steadily increased that number, and now the aching Umbreon was expected to take 30 full-force kicks in a row, 2-4 times per day.

Isaac tried to avoid thinking about the total number of times that’s Amber’s bare footpaw had slammed up into his nutsack over the past month, but he was pretty certain that it was well into the thousands. As she had explained in the beginning, it was the perfect way to prepare him for the inevitable low blows of the Underground League. Isaac could see the wisdom in that argument, and unfortunately, he had to agree. After all, if he could take a few dozen punts from his girlfriend, then surely that would improve his chances against a Tyranitar’s Stomp or an Absol's Sucker Punch. Practice made perfect.

“Now spread your legs,” the Lucario insisted, tapping her footpaw against the male’s inner thighs.

Isaac continued to look torn, but he did as he was told, putting his paws behind his back. He gazed down at the length of Amber’s bare leg: long, sexy, and powerful. His eyes swept up across her naked body, and his member throbbed once more, still as hard as stone. A single bead of pre glistened at the tip of his dick.

That was the other half of Amber’s training — she had given him constant amorous attention all month, but taken meticulous care to never let him cum. The League was full of cockteasers, and again, practice made perfect. Every day, the Lucario took the time to stroke his dick ’til it was diamond-hard, or to suck on him until his head spun, or to ride him to the very edge of release. On some days, she’d do all three. The female had made him promise not to jerk off, so that his body could learn to stay alert through the fog of hyper-arousal.

Isaac had considered breaking that promise dozens of times, but again, he had to admit that his girlfriend had a point. In return, she had promised to give him the orgasm to end all orgasms right before his match, to clear his mind (and his pipes) for the battle ahead. That had been enough to keep him honest. That, and the fear of even more intense ballbusting training if he broke his word.

Unfortunately, there was still at least one training session to go before the Umbreon could finally blow his load. “Count ‘em,” said the Lucario, her leg dropping briefly before flashing back upwards with a fleshy [i]smack[/i].

“[i]Haah![/i]” gasped the male, not quite ready for the first blow. Last night’s kicks had left his balls feeling like canteloupes, and while the haze of nutpain and nausea had finally started to subside sometime around 3:00 am, one hard boot rekindled it in a hurry. He shuddered from head to tail as that all-too-familiar agony bloomed in his gut once again.

Amber lowered her footpaw slightly, her toes still pressed to the bottom of the male’s ballbag. “Count ‘em,” she insisted, frowning. “Or else I might lose count and start over.”

“One,” he groaned reluctantly.

[i]Smack.[/i]

“T-two.”

The Lucario’s leg folded at the knee, her thigh muscles coiling in preparation for another strike. She watched her lover’s gonads dangle for a moment, admiring their heft. After so many days of training, they really had swelled up nicely.

[i]SMACK.[/i]

The Umbreon was lifted onto his toes as Amber caught his left nut squarely, hammering it up into the hard bone of his pelvis. His chest jerked forwards sharply, but he stopped himself before he could fully double over. With visible effort, he forced himself to straighten. “Th-…three,” he moaned miserably, eyes watering.

To be honest, Amber’s home training had been mostly tolerable for the first week or two. A few boots to the balls at the beginning of the day wasn’t exactly fun, but the ache didn’t last for more than half an hour, and the Lucario rewarded each session with some toe-curling blowjob work —even if she didn’t let him finish. 

By day 10, though, the combination of blue balls and bruised balls was really taking a toll. It was the start of a three-day weekend, and Amber was eager to cram in as much “bonus” training as she could. By the end of the final day, it was all the Umbreon could do to make it through each session without a mental breakdown. His nuts — naturally large, but not absurdly so — swelled to the size of kiwis. Once, after Amber had knocked him out twice in a single session, she’d asked him if he wanted to stop. Isaac wasn’t sure how or why, but for whatever reason, he’d said no. The kicks continued.

And to Isaac’s credit, he had pushed through. At some point, the male had learned how to stand there and take it, even as every pain receptor in his gonads lit up at once. There was something oddly zen about the whole experience. Yes, his cum-stuffed balls were being obliterated by kick after kick after kick. Yes, he could feel every detail of every impact, his testicles crushed far flatter than could possibly be healthy. Yes, there was a deep, throbbing agony in his gut, which persisted for hours and hours after the end of each training session. And yet somehow, even as his eggs were scrambled and re-scrambled, his body trembling with every blow, he found a way to detach and suffer through it.

[i]Thump.[/i]

“N-nineteen.”

Good thing, too, as Amber had no interest in holding back — not even on the final day of training. The Lucario’s right leg was starting to grow tired, and so she switched to her left: slightly less precise, but no less strong. Gripping the bedsheets for balance, she swung her leg back and uncorked a mighty punt between her boyfriend’s legs, pounding his oft-abused orbs with all the force she could muster. Her naked curves jiggled in place with the force of the impact.

[i]THUMP.[/i]

“[i]T-!![/i] T-…tahh-…” The male’s eyes had glazed over somewhere around kick #8, but clearly that last hit had broken through the fog. His pupils shrunk with just a hint of frenzied panic. Behind his back, his arms quivered.

The female raised her eyebrows. “Hmm? Didn’t hear that.”

“T-tweaaagh!!” Isaac’s voice leapt briefly into the soprano as Amber delivered another kick, his meditative state fully broken. “T-t-twenty!” His legs had already been shaky, but suddenly they wobbled violently beneath him, like an Earthquake was in progress. It was as though the Umbreon had been absent for the past few minutes, and had just now noticed what was happening to his body. “[i]Arceus,[/i] baby,” he mewled, “my [i]balls![/i]”

“You got this, stud,” she reassured him, meeting his gaze with a quick smile before looking back down at her targets. She paused to rub her footpaw against his cock, giving the male a few seconds to recover. Despite the hell going on just below, Isaac was now leaking pre like a runny faucet. She pressed his drooling length up against his stomach, two toes splaying around his engorged shaft as she gave it a clumsy stroke or two.

The Umbreon made an inarticulate noise, half gasp and half whimper. At the female’s touch, his whole body went taut like a wire. Despite the questionable state of his testicles, it had been an entire month since his last orgasm, and the male was desperate to unload whatever functional sperm he had managed to build up in his oversized spunk tanks. He thrust his hips weakly to match Amber’s motions, his eyes starting to glaze over again.

Of course, the Lucario had other plans. She narrowed her eyes, lowered her other footpaw, and drove it up into his low-slung gonads once more.

Isaac made a sound like a wounded animal — a guttural moan of despair that bubbled up from deep in his throat. A fresh explosion of nausea shot through his abdomen, his nervous system flooded with distress signals as his girlfriend pummeled his pupmakers and shattered his moment of peace.

Still, in those few merciful seconds, he seemed to have regained control. “…T-twenty-one,” he stuttered after a moment, clenching his paws into tight fists.

Satisfied, Amber gave him another second to recover. She watched his testicles bounce chaotically from the force of her kick, bobbling about for a short moment before they quickly setlled back into place. She gave the Umbreon’s cock one more rough stroke, then withdrew her footpaw, leaving his member to throb visibly in the open air.

Isaac groaned at the loss, and at the awful ache that radiated outwards from his groin. His hips bucked forwards and backwards in a few short spasms, as though he was unable to decide whether he wanted to get closer to his girlfriend or move further away.

The Lucario watched knowingly, a gentle smile on her lips. This was a view that Amber had become intimately familiar with from their many, many paws-on training sessions. She was Isaac’s personal trainer, after all, and she owed him her full attention. For the past month, it had been her duty to break him…or, well, not to [i]break[/i] him, but to push him to his limits. The Underground League was notoriously hard on rookies, and if he wanted to stand a chance of making it through a full season — or even just making it through his first match — then he would need all the prep that he could get.

Luckily, as an Underground League super fan, the Lucario had watched hundreds of hours of battles (and spent altogether too much time arguing about those battles on online message boards). All that observation had taught her a few key things.

For one, ballbusting and cockteasing were unavoidable. Even the very best male fighters couldn’t dodge every Low Kick — and while she’d seen a [i]few[/i] men get through an entire male-vs-female match without an erection, the online rumor mill seemed pretty confident that those fighters were gay. At the very least, most males were hard from the opening bell. If Isaac wanted to win a match, he’d need to be able to fight with a throbbing cock and bruised balls.

So that was how she had trained him. Her techniques were harsh, but he had agreed to them, and they both wanted to make sure he was prepared. It had almost been more than the male could handle, but somehow he had toughened up and pulled through.

As Amber drove another firm kick up into her partner’s spunkmakers, she took a brief look up and down the length of the Umbreon’s body, evaluating his physical condition at a glance. He was stronger for sure, both physically and mentally. Hours at the gym had brought increased definition to his muscles, and hours with Amber had taught him how to stay standing through almost anything.

The Lucario looked down at her own bare legs, too. They had gotten stronger as well — no surprise, given the thousands of reps that she had racked up over the past few weeks. Her kicks certainly felt a lot more powerful than they had on day 1.

[i]Thump.[/i]

“Twenty-seven,” gasped Isaac, his voice wavering. His gonads felt like they had swollen to the size of coconuts. Every instinct in his body told him to collapse into the fetal position immediately, but somehow he managed to ignore that. Through the haze of agony, he focused on his girlfriend’s curves, as if her soft body could somehow soothe his aches and pains.

Unfortunately, Amber was using her body to do the exact opposite. With only a few kicks left, the Lucario was trying her best to make each one count. She folded one arm across her chest to support her bare breasts, trying to still some of the bouncing that accompanied each blow. Her leg flashed upwards again—

[i]THUMP.[/i]

The Umbreon’s eyes bulged. “T-Twenty-eight!” he sputtered immediately, as if the words had been kicked straight out of him. He shuddered, bending forwards just slightly. His nuts felt like they might crack open at any moment. “F-Fuck. [i]Fuck,[/i] baby!”

“Two more, love,” Amber insisted, gritting her teeth.

Her footpaw was a rocket. “Twenty-nine!” he barked, lifted onto his tiptoes as her leg thundered home at near-neutering velocity. His balls felt like they had just gone supernova. The male was unable to keep his paws behind his back any longer — and yet somehow, he still managed to keep them away from his groin. Both arms trembled at his sides as his girlfriend wound up once more.

Honestly? Amber was having fun. The strange faces that Isaac made always got progressively funnier towards the end of each session, and seeing him so vulnerable was actually very hot. It was rare for her to get to the end of a session without feeling quite flushed, and today was no exception — that warm feeling had been growing inside her for some time now.

It was almost a shame to bring this session to a close — the final training session before his first match. She was really going to miss this.

With a wistful sigh, the Lucario drew her footpaw back, her thigh muscles bulging in anticipation — and then she punted her boyfriend between the legs with all the strength she could muster, crushing his rubbery orbs flat against his pelvic bone.

“[i]Thirty![/i]” squeaked the Umbreon, stars exploding at the edge of his vision. Unable to restrain himself any longer, he grabbed Amber’s extended leg, his fingers digging into her calf in a weak attempt to pry her footpaw away from his traumatized testes. His knees began to buckle. “Ohhhh [i]Arceus…[/i]”

The female felt her arousal spike as Isaac clung to her bare leg, but training wasn’t quite over yet. “Don’t you fall,” she warned, watching him closely. She wiggled her toes, still embedded in his crotch. “I’ll start over.”

“Ahhh, nnhh…[i]nghhaa,[/i]” warbled the male, trying his best to obey his trainer’s commands. For a few seconds, Isaac couldn’t even think. All he wanted was to clutch his battered package and crumple into the fetal position — but weeks of drilling had taught him how to focus through the pain. With incredible effort, the male managed to stay upright for one second…then two…then three…until somehow, he found his zen again. With a shuddering exhale, the male straightened as much as he could, his arms falling loosely to his sides. His eyes were wide and unfocused, almost unseeing, but after a few slow blinks he seemed to come to, and his gaze eventually settled on Amber.

The Lucario gave him an approving nod, finally lowering her leg to the floor. “Nice work!” she encouraged, grinning in support. She glanced down at the male’s groin, taking quick stock of his condition after so thoroughly working him over. His dark-furred ballsac had drawn tight around his bruised plums, which had swollen large enough to rival a Tauros in size. Just above that, the Umbreon’s stiff member begged for attention, still desperate for the female’s touch even after her relentless assault on his gonads. He hadn’t cum for a month, after all.

With a devilish grin, Amber scooted forwards to the edge of the bed…then grabbed her lover by the cock, her fingers closing in a tight circle around the base of his shaft.

“Now for your reward,” she cooed, and wrapped her lips around him.

Isaac cried aloud, in a voice that was equal parts elation and surrender. His paws flew immediately to the back of her head — to steady his balance more than anything else. After the complete torture of the past few minutes, the contrast of blissful wet suction around his long-denied length was utterly overwhelming. His knees shook. His life was in Amber’s paws now. And in her mouth. Arceus, her mouth.

“Mmph,” purred Amber, looking up at the trembling Umbreon. 30 days of “post-training cooldowns” had given her an opportunity to hone her blowjob technique into an art form. By now, she knew every telltale twitch of Isaac’s body, every breathless moan, every throb of his cock against her tongue. There were few things hotter than breaking down her man one brutal ballkick at a time, only to build him back up into an orgasmic frenzy.

She let go of the base of Isaac’s member, sliding one paw around his waist to grab a pawful of his bare ass. Her other paw ran down the length of her own body, tracing a quick circle or two around her left nipple before disappearing between her legs. The Lucario purred around her lover’s dick again, squeezing her thighs together as heat spread quickly through her.

Isaac was helpless. Amber’s tongue slid against every inch of him. He babbled something incoherent, groaning and gasping and clinging to fistfuls of her headfur, torn between agony and joy. Every time the female swallowed his full length, her muzzle bumped up against his balls. In any normal situation he wouldn’t have even noticed, but with his gonads so thoroughly thrashed, even the most gentle jostling sent new bolts of nausea through his gut. Still, after a full month of denial, his body was desperate for a chance to blow. He teetered in place, slowly and painfully inching towards orgasm as time ticked by.

Amber, on the other hand, was racing towards her peak. She yelped in pain and pleasure as the male yanked at her headfur. Her head-bobbing grew less controlled, more uneven. She leaned further forward. Her eyes squinted shut. Two fingers circled her clit in fast, tight circles, and the heat built, and built, and built, until finally—

“[i]Mmghh![/i]” The female tensed as a wave of bliss rippled through her, her cry of ecstasy muffled by Isaac’s cock. She arched her back, pushing down hard against the mattress as she continued to rub herself through her climax. “[i]Mmnnmmh…[/i]”

The sight of his girlfriend writhing in orgasm was enough to bring Isaac right to the edge. “[i]Ohhhhhh,[/i]” he moaned, his well-abused pupmakers finally preparing to unleash their pent-up load. His vision started to go black at the edges. His hips twitched of their own accord. “[i]Amberrrrr—!![/i]“

—And then, with a gasp, Amber came up for air, Isaac’s cock sliding free from her lips in one smooth [i]slurp[/i]. The Lucario coughed and took a deep, shuddering breath, leaning backwards and placing her paws back on the bed for support. “Haah! Haah. Haah.” She blinked a few times as her afterglow began to settle over her. Her eyes slowly focused on the Umbreon’s thick shaft, still pointed at her face like a firecracker ready to explode. “Oh fuck, that was…[i]fuck![/i]”

Isaac whined — a high, desperate, wordless whine. He stood frozen except for his raging hard-on, which twitched in desperate fits and spurts, just a paw’s width from his girlfriend’s face. A single stroke more, and he would paint the Lucario white: face, breasts, stomach, thighs, all covered in rope after rope of Umbreon spunk. [i]One[/i] more stroke.

And yet, for some reason, his paws stayed at his sides.

“…Shit, that was close,” Amber said after a long moment, chuckling. She leaned back to look up at him. “Guess I got a little carried away, huh?”

The male was still shell-shocked. It looked like he might cry. “But, I—…I just thought—…you know, ‘cuz it’s the day of the match—”

The Lucario cocked her head to one side. “Hm?”

Issac could barely find the words. “Could you—…can I—…you know—…?”

“Cum?” The Lucario winced sympathetically. “Oh, no. Not yet, baby, I’m so sorry.”

Her answer felt like a dagger to the heart. “B-but…!”

Amber leaned forwards again, taking care not to get too close to the male’s steel-hard length. “We talked about this, hon. You should save it until right before the match. If you cum, like, five minutes before your fight, there’s no way your opponent will be able to distract you with sex, no matter who they pair you up against.”

…That did ring a bell. They [i]had[/i] discussed that — once upon a time, before he’d suffered through thousands of kicks in the testicles and dozens of denied orgasms. Before his gonads had swollen up like balloons, and before Amber had left his needy cock slick with her saliva. Before he’d watched her orgasm right in front of him, with a month’s worth of sexual frustration boiling over in his battered balls.

“…That does make sense,” he admitted, before he even knew what he was saying.

For a few long seconds he stood transfixed, looking back and forth between Amber and his dick. His brain wouldn’t let him give in to his urges, but his body wouldn’t let him move away, either.

Sensing his reluctance, Amber stood up and stepped in close, pressing her bare body against his. “It’s just a few more hours,” she reminded him, looking up at him and sliding an arm around his waist. “You’ve made through a whole month. One day should be easy.”

Her touch was clearly intended to soothe, but for Isaac, there was nothing more electric. His cock bumped up against her stomach, and it was all the Umbreon could do not to buck his hips in search of more friction. Instinctively, he slid his arms around her in return, his paws reaching southwards to grope the healthy curve of the Lucario’s rump. For a brief moment, he entertained the thought of lifting her up and simply impaling her on his erection.

“Hon?” she asked, amused as his eyes started to glaze over.

The Umbreon grimaced and shook his head. “A-ahh. You’re right. You’re right.”  He looked down at the stiff length sandwiched between their two naked bodies, biting his lip in frustration. ”It’s just…[i]Arceus,[/i] babe, I need to cum so [i]bad.[/i]”

“Oh, I know,” she replied, looking down as well between the valley of her breasts. “You’ve certainly told me a few times.” She reached out to wrap her paw around his thick shaft once more, giving it the lightest of squeezes.

This time, the male couldn’t help but cry out, his whole body shaking at the slightest stimulation. “Awwh, ahh—!”

The Lucario gave the length one slowww stroke, rubbing it against her bare thigh. “Just think,” she purred, one finger rubbing idly against his saliva-slicked cockhead. “It’s gonna feel [i]so[/i] good when you fuck me after you win tonight.”

Isaac shuddered at her words, his eyes rolling up towards the ceiling. His hips moved in short, involuntary thrusts. Another moment, and he would drench her stomach in cum.

Amber grinned as she felt a forceful throb between her fingers, followed by a series of smaller twitches and tremors — a telltale sign that her boyfriend was about to cross the point of no return. She let go of his needy length, instead rising up on to her tiptoes to kiss her boyfriend on the cheek.

“Now go get ready for work,” she purred into his ear. She took a half-step backwards — then swung her open palm up between his legs, delivering one last heavy slap to his well-worked orbs.

Isaac groaned and trembled, his paws squeezing tight around the Lucario’s ass as another cavalcade of conflicting signals shot through his brain. His member felt ready to explode, and his gonads felt about ready to pop as well. His entire groin ached fiercely — so fiercely that it was all he could think about — but Amber’s message was clear.

“…Right,” he agreed. Summoning every ounce of willpower that he had, the Umbreon let go of the female and took a step away. “You’re right.” He took another step. The hormone-crazed haze began to fade. The further he got from the naked Lucario, the easier it got.

“You got this, stud,” Amber encouraged. She’d gotten used to this routine in the mornings, coaching the addled male into reluctantly putting his junk away. It was cute, watching him slowly come out of his black-and-blue-balled trance.

Isaac nodded, stumbling towards the closet to start fetching his clothes. “Yeah. Yeah. I can do this.”

The day was only beginning.