"She beat me with one Pokémon."

Machoke couldn't help but feel sorry for the tiny human. Although certainly a nuisance, the boy's passion and drive were admirable. He slammed the door behind him as he dashed into his room, leaving Machoke alone with Green once again. To Machoke's great surprise, Green laughed.

"That's what he gets for not training."

"Ma…"

"Oh, he'll be fine. Hopefully, this'll teach him that this isn't a race. I don't think he really appreciates how much of an exception to the rule our challenges have been. I mean, most rookie trainers get caught up in the Intermediate League. Most don't arrive at Intermediate Two for years. And most never even see the Advanced League at all."

Machoke supposed that was true. He shrugged and gave Green's waist a squeeze, getting a delightful squeal from her. They continued down the hall. As they approached the door, Machoke's heart raced. He had been waiting for this all day. As soon as they were through the door, he was on her. As firmly as he dared, he brought her down to the bed and kissed her. She kissed back with those soft lips. The sweet taste of her mouth filled Machoke's and the weak grasp her tiny hands kneaded at his arms. He explored Green's body, feeling the softness of her skin and the firm squish of her large thigh muscles. Each squeeze and slap brought about that heavenly squeal that made Machoke weak to his core.

How was it that someone so small could bring about such huge feelings from him?

Machoke rid Green of her baggy, sandy clothes quickly and tossed them out of sight. As he began to unlace her swimsuit with gentle, careful movements he pulled away from their kiss and locked eyes with her. When they had first started to make love, Green might have blushed or shrunk back at such a gaze. But now, she matched his gaze with a warm, yet confident smile.

Or at least she did at first.

The moment he removed the top of her swimsuit and freed her breasts, she tensed. There was no blush or nervous recoil but something else. Something Machoke didn't recognise. Green let go of him and looked away as she sat up.

"I-I'm sorry. Not yet. I don't think I'm ready yet, after what happened."

"M-Ma!"

Mortified, Machoke hurried to give her space. He collected her discarded clothes and returned them to her. How could he have been so stupid to not see that? He should have known.

"It's not your fault. You didn't know."

"Ma." Machoke shook his head.

"I mean it. You were horny, I get it. I shouldn't have let it go that far, to begin with."

"Machoke…"

Sometimes, Green was too nice for her own good, Machoke thought. Green bound her chest wrap around her breasts and scooted to the edge of the bed. She reached out to him and Machoke accepted her hand.

"Don't feel like you have to resist your urges for me, please. We are open after all. You should go see if Joy is willing, you saw the way she was looking at you."

Machoke shook his head and sat down beside the bed, bringing them to eye level.

"You sure?"

Machoke nodded. He was sure. Sex with other people was fun when it was with Green. But without her, it seemed pointless. Besides, it's not like getting no pussy was torture. What was a bit of discomfort compared to the pain of battle? Machoke squeezed Green's hand and gave her a smile.

"Ma."

"Alright… If you're sure."

"Ma."

Green got off the bed and shot his chest a frown.

"Tomorrow we're getting more potions. I don't trust that."

Machoke chuckled. She worried too much. He gave her a shrug, which only made her purse her lips before heading off to the shower. As she washed, Machoke considered her Pokéball belt. The bed was too small for him, let alone both of them. Besides, even if he could fit, Green needed her own space right now. The artificial world was awaiting him. A comfortable and fun-filled place. The cave he had picked out as his favourite sleeping spot called to him, but so did Green's company. He always slept better around her, even if it was on the floor. Ultimately, he decided to ignore the call of his Pokéball and got comfortable against the wall. The way humans slept was odd, sprawled out flat and laying down. He put up with it usually. The small discomfort was nothing compared to the warmth of Green's body. Machoke rested his head back against the wall and waited for Green to return.

Hours later, Machoke was still awake. Green slept peacefully on her side, wrapped up in blankets, her head cushioned by a pillow. When she slept, she always looked different but in the best way possible. She was so calm and at ease. Aside from her smile or laughter, Machoke reckoned it was his favourite way to see her. But still, it did little to lull him to sleep. His groin would not stop complaining. It complained, pestering him with lust. No matter what he did, it would not silence. He's considered masturbating, but he didn't want Green to accidentally wake to that. Besides, that would be letting his lust win. He wasn't like Primeape, he could control himself.

So, after another unsuccessful attempt to drift off to sleep, Machoke decided that a walk would do him good. The chill of the night air always felt so refreshing as it filled his lungs. Machoke remembered seeing Machokes as a Machop, back when he lived with Blue and Professor Oak. On the coldest of nights, their bodies would steam, like the way breath does. He'd always assumed it was a sign of their strength but now that he was a Machoke himself he realised it was just because of how hot their bodies got. He was always warm, no matter how cold it got. Strangely, he never found himself getting overheated either, the way humans do.

He got up and quietly left the room, taking great care not to wake Green. The lobby of the Pokémon Centre was empty. Thankfully, that included the Nurse. Her lustful gazes would do him no good. Before leaving for his walk, Machoke decided to relax in one of the booths. The leather seats were so soft and something about the confinement made him oddly calm. It reminded him of his cave, just without a roof. As he lounged, he watched Koffing drift by the glass walls. A Weezing would definitely be among his foes tomorrow. How would they fight with no limbs? How would he hit them as they flew? He pondered these questions.

The sound of scales on tile interrupted his thoughts. He looked over his shoulder and saw Dragonair slithering towards him. Dragonair joined him in the booth without a word and stared out of the window with him. After a moment of silence, he spoke in the language that escaped human comprehension.

"You are worried. Why?" Dragonair said

"And you aren't?" Machoke answered.

"I am. But do our reasons align?"

"Can you just talk normally…"

Dragonair glared at him with purple, flickering eyes.

"Do not wallow."

"I'm not, 'wallowing'."

"You are. You fear for her, just as I fear for Abby."

"They… they're…"

"Yes. They're not. But they are getting better. You know this."

"I guess."

"That is not what you are wallowing about."

"I'm not wallowing!"

"Do not fight your nature Machoke, you will lose."

"My nature? Just what do you think you see with those freaky eyes?"

"I see your conflict."

Machoke blushed and turned from him.

"That's not your business."

"The happiness of my friend is certainly my business. We have shared humans together. We have even shared each other. I know how hard your lust rages, my friend. Do not fight it."

"Why are you out here anyway?"

"The stars bring me calm."

They sat in silence, gazing through the cracks in the clouds through the windows. Eventually, Machoke sighed and faced him again.

"Okay. Let's say you're right and I am conflicted about that… it's just a feeling. I can ignore it if I want. It's not like our feelings make sense half the time."

"No. Our feelings and desires rarely make sense. But neither do we. Do not try and make sense of yourself. All we can do is know who we are and what we need. Our feelings help us do that."

"And what do you need?"

"I need to keep Abby safe, and help my friends when they need me."

"I need that too."

"Yes, but you need more."

"Do you think I'm so shallow that sex is a fundamental part of who I am?"

"It is not shallow to lust, my friend. Satisfying yourself tonight does no wrong. I'm sure Green has given you permission, hasn't she?"

"Yeah but-"

"Then what's the issue?"

Machoke slammed the table of the booth. Orange sparks flew and it collapsed.

"It's weak! I can crush boulders. I can lift ten times my own weight. I'm not going to lose to something intangible like feelings!"

Pity softened Dragonair's face.

"It's not a fight, Machoke. Your feelings are you. When you, 'win', against them you lose to yourself."

A shout interrupted them.

"Hey?! Everything all right? I heard a crash!"

The Nurse had appeared out of nowhere. She stood before the desk, staring at them with alarm. Machoke and Dragonair tried to reassure her, but like always, their language escaped her. Joy hurried over only to stare at the destroyed table with bewilderment.

"Did, did you do that?"

"M-ma."

Machoke clutched the back of his head and Joy grasped her hips with a raised eyebrow. Dragonair snickered and slithered away, leaving the two of them alone. It looked as if Joy was about to lecture him when her eyes fell to his chest. She crouched down beside him and inspected the wounds.

"Whoa… are you alright? That looks bad."

Machoke tried to fend her off but somehow she outmanoeuvred him. She snuck a potion from a pouch in her Nurse's dress through his defence and sprayed the wound. It cleared in an instance.

"I guess you must have missed me when I went on break. Sorry, big guy."

"Ma…"

Machoke shrugged. He thought that was the end of it, but then that same look from earlier returned to Joy. She stood and loomed over him. Well, as much as her height would let her. She was taller than Green, which wasn't hard, so she did gain a few inches on him while he sat.

"You know before, I heard what your trainer asked you. Have you come up with an answer yet?"

Machoke wanted to shake his head but his lust attacked at full force. It forced his eyes to Joy's chest. Even through her dress, their size was apparent. Nothing compared to Green's but still tantalisingly large. His hand would fit perfectly around one. Machoke forced the fantasy away but as he looked up to reject her advance, he was met with a smirk. Joy's pink eyes looked at him in the same frustrating way that Dragonair's do. She took a step forward and brushed his cheek with the back of her hand. The skin was silky smooth.

"If you're stuck, I can give you my answer. Maybe it'll help."

Machoke's silence seemed to invite her to continue. She cradled his jaw in her palm.

"I want you, big guy. And, I think you want me. Am I right?"

Lust hammered on his chest. It tugged on his loins. It squeezed his stomach. It threw a fierce, out-of-control tantrum. Machoke just couldn't take it anymore. He sighed and relented. Before he even knew it, he had Nurse Joy in his hands and had her pinned against one of the walls separating the booths. He didn't have to lift her, he only needed to lower his head and their mouths intertwined. The human mouth was so small. Their kiss was more like her sucking on one of his lips. But still, she tasted sweet, like candy even. Her hands commanded his body, never hesitating or dawdling. They found his cock at once and squeezed the erect shaft through his briefs.

"Fuck, that's big!" Joy said through a clenched jaw.

She squeezed roughly and bit Machoke's lip. She was far rougher than Green. Machoke ignored it and lifted her. He flung her over his shoulder and carried her to the desk. Joy laughed and grasped his head, planting kisses around his ear.

"You wanna just use me, huh? I'm cool with that."

Machoke grunted and put her on the desk. She rolled onto her back but Machoke flipped her onto her stomach, making her gasp. He was going to get this over with. Fuck her, cum, and get back to sleep. It was tonight's mission. He flung the end of her dress up to her waist and it tore. Joy laughed but Machoke took pause. He needed to steady himself. He couldn't be too strong with humans. Go too hard and Joy would snap like a twig in his hands.

"Mmm, come on big guy, fucking give it to me."

Machoke took a deep breath before getting his cock out. He took hold of Joy's ass. It was the perfect fit for his hands. The muscle curved out perfectly to fill his palms and her hips were wide enough that he could hook his thumbs around each ass cheek. The muscle was firm and soft at the same time. His lust bellowed in his chest and he answered the call. Machoke spread her cheeks, found her entrance and plunged inside her. Or at least, he tried. The tip of his cock found her entrance but struggled to enter. In his haste, it slipped and he thrust his cock between her cheeks. Joy giggled.

"Slow down, big guy. Guide it in."

Machoke huffed and obeyed. He would have never had this problem with Green. Her pussy always accepted him with ease. Grasping his cock, Machoke guided the tip into Joy's pussy. This time, he slid in. Joy groaned and looked back at him. She was tight. So tight his knees buckled for a moment as the walls of her pussy tensed around his shaft and tip. He collected himself and reached out, grasping her head. He loomed over and forced her head down against the desk.

"Mmm, fuck yeah! You use me, big guy. Keep going, I want all of your cock! I can take more."

Machoke was only halfway in and he was already struggling to go further. It felt as if he were going to break her. Joy moaned and squirmed.

"Please! I want it!"

"Ma," he huffed and pushed harder.

A cry forced itself from him as he forced his cock deeper. He had to place a hand beside her head and lean against the desk to stay standing.

"That's it! Oh, yes… more. Fuck! Give me more… oh…"

Joy's pussy was a mess of contractions. Every little movement made her tense and clamp around his girth. This was too much. The pleasure Green gave him made him feel strong or calm or blissful. This made him shake and sputter. It made his stomach weak and his head fuzzy. Then, suddenly, Machoke felt the soft squish of Joy's ass against his groin. Joy's pussy fluttered and she made a gurgling moan. Machoke couldn't believe it. She was cumming. Her orgasm locked him in place, it was too tight to move. He leaned forward and pressed his forehead against her back, taking slow breaths. The pleasure was insane, maybe he could just cum now and get it over with. But alas, Joy gasped and her pussy relaxed.

"Holy shit! Your cock is fucking insane! Oh god, fucking rail me already!"

Machoke obliged her and began fucking her. Each thrust was a challenge, her pussy fought his cock each time he tried to move back inside her. But only for so long. Eventually, he won out and could move as he pleased. Joy was a mess, screaming, moaning, yelling and laughing. At one point she even started cry-laughing. Apart from the occasional forced grunt or moan, Machoke fucked her in silence. Frustratingly, no matter how hard he railed her or how fast he thrust, he just couldn't cum. It didn't make sense. With Green, he needed to pace himself. If he fucked her like this he'd cum in minutes. But with Joy, by the time she'd cum twice, he couldn't even feel the twinge of an orgasm. So, he picked it up beyond what he normally would. He listened carefully for signs of pain as he ravaged her, but the only howls were her howls of pleasure. In his wild haste, Machoke slipped from her and once again rammed his cock between her ass cheeks. They both froze, panting and gasping.

"C-Careful, big guy. You're trying too hard."

"M-Ma…"

Joy rolled onto her back and smirked at him before guiding his cock back inside her. Machoke went to flip her back onto her stomach but was stopped as she snatched at his wrist.

"Nope, I'm gonna watch you fuck me. I wanna see those muscles ripple."

"Ma?"

Did this human really think she could stop him? He grasped her hips and began to flip her when she thrust her hips, burying his cock in her. Machoke's knees wobbled and he had to catch himself on the desk. Joy smirked at him and continued slowly fucking his cock.

"You might be strong, big guy. But you're not in control here."

Machoke chuckled. The gall of this human. She actually thinks she's stronger than him. Machoke decided to show her, her error. He grasped her throat and pinned her down. Her eyes widened but not with fear or surprise. They gleamed and her smirk only strengthened.

"See? I win."

Something strange happened to Machoke's lust. It no longer just thrashed about. It seemed to settle but without taking any of its intensity. Machoke stood properly and looked down at Joy. Strangely, he felt compelled to undress her properly. So, he did. One swift tug was all it took to tear the uniform from her body. She lay beneath him, dressed only in her underwear and her white, laced, thigh-high boots. Machoke found himself taking in her body. She was tattooed. An Ekans snaked along her waist, beginning at the top of her thigh and wrapping around to her back. A pink pokéball marked her upper arm and a pink heart sat just beneath her belly button. She smirked at him and caressed his forearm.

"You like them? I got them once I figured out I was a Pokésexual. The Ekans was the first partner I ever took. He goes all the way up my spine, right between the shoulder blades. Hurt like a bitch! But what's a little pain for love, huh?"

"Ma…" Machoke nodded.

Joy's smirk softened.

"You don't have to keep going, big guy. I could tell you weren't really fellin' it. I've cum, hell more than once! We don't gotta keep goin' if you don't wanna."

It would be easy, Machoke knew. He just had to pull out and walk away. Sure, blue balls were worse than being horny, but whatever. It's just discomfort. At least his lust would be gone. Machoke remained inside her, still erect.

Joy was beautiful, he admitted. Her face was a piece of art and her body was near perfect in every imaginable way. It wasn't Green's but it didn't need to be. Both had their own radiance and majesty. Complete equals. Machoke took a hold of Joy's heart-shaped face, bringing about her captivating smirk. It dared him. And when had Machoke ever refused a challenge? What was giving in to himself, compared to the pain of battle?

"Or, you can use me."

Machoke smiled and shook his head. Carefully, he removed her bra and took a hold of her breasts. He moved his thumb onto her clit and with a slow, delicate thrust, filled her. Joy's face scrunched up, then drooped. She moaned and clung to his arms.

"God… Machoke…"

Machoke silenced her with a kiss as he settled on a slow, calm rhythm. As they kissed and caressed each other's bodies, the twinge Machoke had so desired came to him. Like a bolt of lightning, it shot down his cock and up his spine, flooding him with pleasure. He could pick it up again, fuck Joy hard and cum in minutes. But he didn't. Machoke indulged in her, in the pleasure he so desired. In the pleasure he so very badly needed. Joy chuckled against his lips and caressed his cheek.

"You really know what you're doing, huh?"

Machoke nodded and took her breast into his mouth. She laughed, then sighed and lay back against the desk. They moaned together, laughed together and stammered together; thralls to their pleasure. Machoke could get deeper, he could feel it but the angle forbade him. So, he plucked Joy from the desk and sat on the floor. He leaned back against the desk and took her in his lap. At once, his cock slid deeper until her pussy pressed against his balls. It tensed around him, squeezing him. He pressed his head down against hers and Joy embraced him.

"Let me take over, big guy. You let me take care of you, okay?"

"M-Ma."

Machoke nodded and Joy his chin. Gently, she rode him. Her breasts bounced before him and the vast muscle of her hips and waist jiggled. Machoke watched with drooped eyes, head back against the front of the desk. He took a handful of her and kneaded her body like dough. Joy gripped his shoulders tight, squeezing as hard as her weak little hands could. Machoke could almost feel her grip. She was trembling, so he steadied her. Their eyes met and they rushed to kiss. Machoke's grip on her tightened and he began to thrust again, but Joy nipped his tongue.

"Don't you dare, big guy. I'm in control, remember?"

Machoke chuckled and stopped. He let her have her way. As if he had a choice. Powerless beneath her, Machoke simply relaxed and watched her work. He watched her face contort and her arms tremble. He watched her legs quiver and felt as her pussy fluttered around his cock. She took stammered, deep breaths but never once stopped.

Behind her head, Machoke noticed a pair of eyes. Some guy was watching them through the glass. Machoke locked eyes with him, but the man didn't look away. Machoke chuckled. It was no concern to him.

"Watch, little man," he thought, "no matter how hard you stare, you'll never have her. Not until I'm done at least."

He gave the man a daring smirk and his jaw hung open a little. Joy looked over her shoulder and roared with laughter.

"What a freak!"

Machoke chuckled and took a hold of her ass. Joy leaned in, grinning mischievously.

"Wanna let him join in?"

Machoke shook his head and gave her ass a slap. Again, Joy laughed and looked back with a smirk. She flipped him off. Machoke had never seen the pride physically leave someone's face like that before. He howled with laughter and grasped Joy's waist. He slammed her down on his cock, making her shriek with delight. She put up no fight as he took control. Instead, she only leaned against him and showered his neck with rough kisses. The twinge surged up Machoke's cock again and this time he didn't back away. He fucked Joy hard, decimating her with a viscous, unforgiving rhythm. Her pussy was a fluttering mess in mere moments and her rough kisses were replaced by helpless, cries and moans. Machoke moaned with her, loud growling moans that rumbled in his throat. Until that magical thrust came. The start of his orgasm almost made him lose grip on Joy. He went to pull out by Joy beat him to it. She flung herself off his cock and was in between his legs in a flash. Somehow, her tiny mouth took his cock. With expertise, Joy guided him to orgasm with her tongue and throat. Machoke blew his load as she had her lips pressed against his groin. She sputtered and gagged as he roared. Cum overflowed from her mouth and then covered her face as she pulled back. After the final surge of his orgasm, they sat in exhausted silence. Joy was frozen before him on her knees, face and chest covered in cum. She looked down at herself in disbelief before collapsing into exhausted laughter. When she came to him, Machoke accepted her into his arms and they laughed together. His body steamed the air around them.

The damn dragon had been right after all. Whatever this was, it certainly wasn't weakness. Machoke felt powerful and larger than life. His love hadn't faded. Fucking Joy hadn't corrupted it or tempted him away from anything. Green's absence had merely made Machoke's desire to love and please her that much stronger. Perhaps his lust had clouded his judgement. Machoke couldn't believe he needed to be convinced of this. No, that wasn't it. The lust had been trying to show him this all along. Machoke gave Joy a squeeze and she laughed, before flashing him a grin.

"Don't tempt me, big guy. You think I can't go another round?"

"Ma?" he challenged.

"This is a fight you're gonna lose!"

"Ma!"

Machoke pinned her down and took her again.