The half-sized power-bottom looked at his mewling slave and stuck out his tongue in arousal-infused mockery towards Cheren. Spinda brought one of his stubby brown paws upwards into the air and then swiftly back down with a slap as loud as it was groggy right onto his bountiful bubble butt.
The sharp slap sent shockwaves rippling throughout the woozy cutie's prodigious backside. The Pokemon's right-sided asscheek wavered in a tremulous tempo, exchanging its beat-increased burden by shivering straight onto the opposite slice of Spinda's of Pokecake. Such turbulence would have almost assuredly toppled the swaying sadist on any other occasion, but his steadfast determination to appear superior and cock-sure in front of his sex-hungry servant allowed the tiny bear to remain steady to the beat of his own tempo.
It didn't, however, allow the oscillating ursine to somehow miss Cheren's head entirely when it had finally decided to take his rightful place atop of his throne, causing the fat-dicked ditz to fall onto his butt with a hefty "thud!" when finding no seat beyond the thin air.
Both Dominant and Submissive stopped completely for a moment and simply looked at each other. Wordlessly, after a few seconds, Cheren lifted the big-bottomed bear upwards from his sitting position beside him and brought the dynamaxed derriere onto its rightful resting place, his face.
Once his rear was where it belonged, the taunting teddy let out another sugar-soaked giggle and begin to grind his sweat-slicked crack and salt-soaked brown-eye right over and against Cheren's own pair of puckered lips. Spinda practically rode the young man's wanting mouth like an Anger-Pointed Tauros. Shifting backward and forwards as fast as it could and then slowing down to a steady hump, the difference in weights between his dummy thicc thunder-clapper and lop-sided Monhood causing the drunken devil to teeter and totter. A musk tainted backdoor driving itself onto Cheren's stink-needy nose as the Master's mighty meat-rod slammed against his slave's chest with noticeable gravity.
Cheren kissed his Master's ring with feverish fervor. Quick smooches and long licks were applied to his Spinda's hidden sixth spot. A large, red circle of sheer lewdness encircled the wobbly royalty's immaculate rim. The coal-haired Gym Leader suffered in sweet succulence as he lapped against his Master's delicious butthole in diligent delight. The lovely mixture of natural, salty secretions brought about by the heat of the weather and his King's battle combined into the best bitterness the simp had ever tasted. For however long as his Prince wanted to provide such a splendid beverage, his most loyal servant would happily drink such sweet manna from heaven.
Alas, such a fate was simply not meant to be for the man, and after what felt like far too short of a time, the heat rubbing against his skull was removed, and then quickly moved towards the south and reapplied towards his groin.
The King Cutie had placed his dump truck-sized divinity against his slave's sturdiness with no small amount of failed dexterity, once again silently requiring the aid of his simp to position everything correctly.
Regardless, once everything was aligned properly, Spinda once again between to grind his meaty mounds of soft flesh against something. The curvature of the shortie's plump posterior perfectly encasing Cheren's modest manhood in a perfect pillow of plush warmth. Another smug grin grew across the cutedom's face as he clenched his asscheeks and almost choked out a hot load of liquid shame out of his sub's lowly length. The only thing preventing the squeeze from making such a premature eruption a reality being Cheren's sheer willpower. He knew what his Master's torture was leading up to, what his true reward was meant to be, and how his PokeGod would react with such genuine disappointment if he had failed after making it so far.
For minutes Spinda stroked his slave's maleness with his expansive mass of absolute ass. Slow, lingering slides against his love's shaft, the sweat slathered against the two's organs making an adequate lubricate for the pair's salacious needs. Even worse, the delicate touch and exquisite agony of his Master's matronly backside had a polar opposite that was no less unbearable.
Swift, expertly performed booty bumps were delivered onto Cheren's leaky tool. The sheer speed of such bouncing being strong enough to make the extensive ass-cheeks completely engulf Cheren's cock. The force of such professional booty quaking making the ends of Spinda's rump clap with awe-inspiring volume, the "PLAP!" echoing throughout the otherwise empty challenge room like a lightning strike. The dom's towering sex reacting with a similarly monumental "SMACK" of flesh against flesh as it hit Cheren's chest like thunder.
Neither of them acted as if they had even heard such a cataclysmic collision of meat. No, the pair were far too focused on each other to notice damn near anything besides their chosen mate. Even if the entirety of Aspertia City flooded into the Gymnasium to watch the two's sordid affair, not a single glance or admission of acknowledgment towards them would be made. This was their time together, and they had finally reached the finale. Both knew that as they stared into each other's eyes, one pair blue and the other a continuous swirl.
No smug grin was resting upon Spinda's face as he leaned his head towards Cheren's. Just two, happy, love-stained smiles brimming with heat as their lips locked together and the two shared a kiss worthy of the ages. Spinda's stubby paw clumsily groped behind his heavy rump until Cheren's grabbed it and guided it towards his cock. The Gym Leader's large hands gently gripped his Spinda's much smaller paws slowly as the two led the man's member towards the final prize.
There was a single push, a grunt, and a cry of ecstasy, and then the trainer's full manly glory was hilted inside of the smaller mon's anal cavity.
Spinda took his love slowly, squeezing Cheren's wonderful wang with all the reciprocated love he could give and the Gym-Leader gave just as much back, and then some. Cheren's hands held onto his Pokemon's plump thighs and held on firmly. The forever delirious Normal-type had staggered off of the trainer's dick before during mid-coitus, but keeping a solid handle on the Mon's pillowy calves prevented such a sexual blunder from happening so long as he held strong. Cheren would still squeeze and rub such magnificent male limbs even if such an act lacked utility, of course, but it made him feel slightly less perverted for adoring such an act because of it.
The prodigal pillar that was Spinda's monhood lightly slapped against Cheren's chest as he developed a proper pace for maximum efficiency buttfucking. Once a rhythm was determined shortly(Cheren was getting better at this), the Gym-Leader grasped the top and bottom halves of the Mon's lust-obelisk and began to stroke in a tandem with his hip thrusts, aiming the head of Spinda's schlong towards his face.
Bullying both his Master's prostate and massive member was simply far too much for the tiny bear to handle after long. A smear of red was painted across Spinda's upper cheeks, and his tongue was lolling slightly outside of his mouth as the short stack continuously let out short, breathy moans with an adorably shaky "Spinnnn..." falling past his lips. He was about to cum.
The small-statured ursine grabbed his lover's hands with as much strength it could muster, and the trainer returned the gesture with gusto. Fingers curled around paw as the two held hands, and with one final heaving thrust upwards, Cheren erupted inside of Spinda as the Mon did the same.
Erupting with what seemed like a liter of sperm-filled semen, the tiny bear spewed his ceaseless load all over Cheren's chin and chest, staining the trainer's torso in a sticky coat of smelly white. With his Master's pleasure reached, Cheren was finally allowed to reach his orgasm, discounting the fact that even if his Master forbade him from cumming at this point, he simply wouldn't be able to stop no matter how hard he tried.
Cheren plunged his six-inch length as far as it could go up into his dom's love slot as Spinda melted into a puddle of frayed nerves as wet, moist warmth flooded into his bowels. The pair were in Pokeheaven as if Arceus itself had blessed their union by making it as bed-creakingly amazing as possible.
The two simply rested against each other for a considerable amount of time. Their breath was heavy and still bearing soreness from such exertion, but then they smiled, and another kiss was shared between the two. Cheren wrapped his arms around Spinda and lifted the little bear upwards. The Gym-Leader stood up with shaky legs and curled his love deeper into his chest. His Master had fallen asleep once their kiss had ended.
With great difficulty, the young man picked up his discarded clothes from the ground with one arm and hoisted them onto his free shoulder, his other carefully keeping Spinda close to his chest.
Satisfied, but extremely spent, Cheren trudged towards his room with his Spinda in hand, laid the dirty and musky bear onto his bed, locked the door, and then cuddled close beside him. Cheren would clean himself and his Master with absolute obedience after they had woken up, and after that, in public, the two would be the undefeatable duo of Aspertia City Gym. In the bedroom(or Challenge Room, in this case), Cheren would once again be his cutedom's perfectly loyal pet.
Until then, in private, they were just two boyfriends, hopelessly in love with each other, despite the countless differences between the two.