Ash tried to look at the meteorite tucked under his arm, but his huge muscles blocked most of it from view. It was hard to believe all of this really belonged to him now. He lift up the rock and examined it. Aside from the otherworldly glow, it looked perfectly ordinary. Hard to believe this thing not only had the power to transform anyone who touched it into the most titanic studs to ever exist, but could even talk!
"I guess that makes sense," Ash said after a moment. Then he realized he still hadn't answered the Machoke's question. "Oh, right! Um, yeah, I'm Ash. Did your meteorite tell you my name?"
"Yeah," the Machoke replied. "It told me you were coming. Didn't tell me anything else, though."
"Huh..."
Ash looked the Machoke over. True to the reports, he far outclassed any other example of his species. Those pecs in particular demanded attention, the way they heaved with each breath. Such thick, juicy slabs of meat, each one bigger than the Machoke's head. And those nipples. Ash didn't remember Machokes having nipples, but this one had huge, erect ones spread to the far ends of his pecs and pointed down. Ash wondered what they taste like...
Wait, why was he wondering that?!
He shook his head. "I thought I just ended up here by chance, but I guess the meteorite guided me here. Why did it even bring us together anyway?"
The Machoke shrugged. "Maybe it wants to put itself back together?"
It was about as good an explanation as any. Not sure how else to respond, Ash just shrugged back.
Silence hung in the air. Ash used the lull in the conversation to check out the Machoke again. He started with the pecs again, but with that weird thought about the nipples still fresh in his mind, he quickly shifted his focus down to the Machoke's abs.
A bonafide eight-pack, just like his own. Each individual abdominal fought for space on the Machoke's waist. The ridges were so deep and clearly defined; they must jut out several inches from his middle! Ash wondered if the Machoke would be kind enough to let him touch them, grope them, lick them, stick his tongue between the ridges, really admire and taste and worship those sexy abs up close and personal...
Wait, no he didn't! He didn't wonder that at all! It was just some weird intrusive thought! Surely he didn't really desire to get physically intimate with the Machoke. It had to be residual lust from his growth. Yeah, that's it! Leftover arousal messing with his head and tricking him into thinking things he didn't actually want to do! That had to be it!
That had to be it.
Had to be...
"So, um..." Ash forced himself to meet the Machoke's eyes. "What should we do now?"
The Machoke didn't respond; he was too focused staring at Ash's body. It made Ash feel self-conscious, yet at the same time, he didn't mind it. Anyone would stare at someone so massive, even a fellow one. It only made sense for one massive, beefy, powerful, sexy stud to appreciate another...
"Dunno," the Machoke finally replied. "But it feels like we oughta do something other than just...standing here... Staring at each other..."
Ash's gaze once again began traveling south. "Yeah," he said noncommittally. There were far more productive ways to handle their current situation than just basking in the presence a sexy stud, as appealing as that was, but...
But...
He couldn't stop staring. He couldn't stop admiring the immaculate musculature of the studly, sexy Machoke. He wanted to never stop staring, never stop admiring his fellow blessed beefcake. It made no sense considering he never paid much mind to the muscular men he'd met in his travels, let alone Pokémon. But this one, with his absurdly glorious arms and shoulders framing beautiful pecs larger than both their heads, which jutted out above delicious abs that fought for space even on such a huge middle, and down even further to... To...
That cock.
He'd avoided looking at it directly before, but now that he had... Now that he allowed his gaze to wander low enough...
He wanted to lick it.
He wanted to taste it.
He wanted to suck it.
He wanted... No, he needed it.
Whereas the previous thoughts chipped away at Ash's mental resistance, the ones about the Machoke's huge cock punched holes in it and forced their way in, leaving him helpless against his sudden desire to show that thick, veiny cock the love and appreciation it deserved. They came relentlessly, refusing to give him even the slightest second to reject the notion that he desperately needed to get that big, long, studly cock inside him and milk it for all the cum in the Machoke's enormous balls.
More and more of these thoughts swarmed Ash's mind. He thought he heard a voice. The Machoke's? The meteorite's? His own? He couldn't tell. The thoughts were too loud, too distracting to focus on anything other than the all-consuming need to worship his fellow sexy stud's cock and give him the pleasure he so clearly needed. Just look at the way the Machoke's semi-erect pride and joy oozed pre and pointed at Ash; it was practically begging him to come over there and lick it and taste it and suck it and stroke it and grope it and love it and worship it and milk it
and then after all that he would turn around and present himself to the Machoke so he could take that huge massive gigantic manly studly sexy cock up his ass because he wanted nothing more than for the big buff beefy brawny bulky meaty massive godly stud to take him and mount him and hump him and fill him and rut him and penetrate him and fornicate him and copulate him and stuff him and mate him and breed him and fuck him and fuck him and fuck him and fuck him and fuck him harder and harder and harder and deeper and harder and harder and deeper and harder and deeper and deeper and deeper until he was being so completely and intimately fucked he could never again think of anything but riding that sweet mammoth cock again and again and again forever and ever and ever and ever and ever and...
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With Ash lost in the raging storm of sexual thoughts, he'd lost all awareness for the world around him. His body was still there, of course, but with nothing to pilot it.
Except for the lust dominating his mind.
He'd gotten on all fours and presented himself to the Machoke around the point the thoughts shifted to that very action. The Machoke, lost in his own lust, had walked forward in a daze and went straight to fucking Ash's ass. It shouldn't have been possible to fit any part of that mammoth cock in there, let alone nearly half its length, yet they somehow did it. If it caused Ash any pain, he didn't show it. Lust and pleasure consumed them as the Machoke thrust into Ash over and over again, the pair grunting and moaning lewdly.
Before long, the Machoke started cumming with each thrust. Despite being plugged so tight nothing should have been able to leak out and the Machoke firing off a pond's worth of cum per repetition, small dribbles still leaked out. It wasn't long after that began that Ash started cumming as well. Each thrust rocked him forward, cock firing out a load each time. And they just kept going like that, thrust after thrust, load after load.
And to cap off the impossible feats they accomplished with their mating session, it went for hours. Midday came and they were still going at it just as intensely as they had in the early morning. The lust's hold on their minds remained just as tight too. This held true even as the day continued late into the afternoon. Only after night fell did they finally exhaust themselves. They fell asleep just as blissfully unaware of the now cum-drenched world around them as before.
Were they finally free of the lust? Did they have any chance of escaping it?
And if they did have a chance, would they be able to?
And even if they were able to, would they want to?
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