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The gym was dim, just short of dark; like the dusk of a moonless evening. Din stretched his shoulders anxiously but walked forward anyway. The shifting shadows felt natural to the houndour though as he walked deeper he couldn't help but spit a lick of flame into the air, casting a brief glow that illuminated the sinister figures of his fellow dark types. He could see well enough in the pale but he felt more confident in firelight. He needed every drop of confidence he could get to face his opponent.

Geist knew the challenger was coming and sat in wait, his poise more suited a throne than a weight bench but if nothing else the gym leader had a good sense for the dramatic. His bulk was uncommon for a houndoom; he cut a virile figure, layered with muscle accented by the curve of bony crests common to his kind. His breath heaved the taut sinew wrapped in short, glossy fur so black as to shine silver when the shadows shifted just so. He was the dark lord of the gym and he knew it.

He sat motionless until Din was close enough that one good lunge could put them in a tussle. "That's close enough, kiddo," he said, fire billowing out of his maw to cast sickly shadows across the room. "I'm a lot stronger than you, y'know."

Din bristled at the dismissive tone but kept his cool. He knew exactly what he was doing. He had suppressed his own evolution for months just to surprise the gym leader, scantily clad in a pair of black shorts barely able to contain the masculinity emblazoned with the arena league emblem. "Pure strength doesn't matter for us dark types," he insisted matching the doom's fire with his own hazy smoke. He was counting on his poison technique to help things along. He spent a lot of money to learn it. Now he just needed to predict the timing.

They lingered in silence. Din shedding his jacket with a quick shrug of his shoulders leaving him in a tattered tee and jeans fitted tight to his lean muscle. Shimmering eyes peered at the them from the umbral corners of the room like carrion feeders eager to watch the grisly affair. Then in a twinkling the fight began with no warning. Geist leapt off the bench teeth first, brilliant arcs of electricity formed between his teeth like his fangs were made of thunder. His speed was incredible for a dog his size, a long stride carrying him most of the way before Din see.

He was prepared though. He swung his fist as fast as he could, landing a sucker punch hard on Geist's chin, toppling him for just long enough that the young hound could press his own attack. Din had used this sort of foul play before, turning a stronger fighter's strength against them. An overeager leap let Din hook his arm around the gym leader's neck putting them face to face. Geist's horns grew out of the skeletal 'mask' covering his brow; A trait shared by late evolvers. As Din's own nascent horn nubs banged against Geist's full rack, which waved from back to front like a gazelle, he pulled him to the ground not thinking that he might have anticipated his advanced moves.

Some of the eyes surrounding the pair flinched at the sound of Geist's thud but otherwise stood still, watching them scramble back to their feet, bone scraping the floor in their haste. Din dredged up bile and spit, a bomb of sludge to weaken him further but before he could gather it up, a dark pulse, a wave of despair washed over him. Images of hellfire and beaten foes. A dark whisper rang through his head. "You have made a dire mistake."

Din flinched. He couldn't bring himself to do anything but spit the vile mixture as he fell back on his ass. The powerful leader loomed over him, stepping with heavy thumps. He hooked thick fingers under the waistband of his shorts and grinned wickedly. "You've two choices. I could show you how I beat the Reuniclus this year or you could submit to my superior strength."

Din stared up to the cobbled abs framed by skeletal points. With his arms pulled around his overlarge maleness the lines of his musculature worked all together to draw the eye to his crotch. He looked patient and stoic but Din could see the tension in his stance. He could respond faster than the houndour could act if he thought he had a chance to finish this fight.

A sigh fell out of the dog and he spit a weak tongue of flame out of his nostrils in defeat. He gritted his teeth, trying to avoid looking at Geist as he prepared the proper ritual for submission under his leadership. But he couldn't help but look as the massive tackle spilled out ruddy and dark like a rich wine. He gasped despite himself and looked away as if the heat in his cheeks might show in the shadows.

The glance didn't escape Geist's sharp vision. "Don't be ashamed, little man. Ain't nobody around who can beat me yet." He stepped forward and grasped Din's head tightly, pulling him into the musk of his loins. The fat monster of masculinity swelled and shifted even as he ground his hips into the houndour's face. His balls heavy as hammers bouncing against his chin and throat.

Shining eyes didn't stop watching. Some of them shifted back and faded into the darkness while others joined in or drew closer but the hounds were in essence alone in the silence of the gym. Precum drooled out of Geist in increasingly sloppy globs and despite himself Din could feel his own meat swelling into the crotch of his jeans. The massive dog took his time, allowing his shaft to reach out a foot into the umbra spewing precum in glittering arcs barely visible in the dim but land loudly on the hard smooth floor.

Then, with all the grace of a truck he forces his cock head into loser's mouth. Filling him with the intense heat of a fire type and the spicy flavour of his skin. Din growled and rumbled begrudgingly but his trembling dick was just as hard as the houndoom's. He worked his tongue into the folds of his foreskin, stretching it over the nimble muscle in hope that he would take his spoils quickly and they could all move on from this embarrassing moment.

But no such luck. Geist let out a deep luxurious noise and slowly pressed his shaft too deep to teased by Din's tongue, tickling his tonsils instead and slathering them in his warm liquid lust. His hips rolled in slow circles making him gag gently against the turgid head. They fought for a moment, Din trying to force the bigger dog to make it quick and Geist tormenting him with his languid thrusts. But after a moment Din fed himself the great girth of meat and despite welling up with tears he turned the moment in his favour.

He gulped hard around the shaft, his esophagus making a tight seal and bulging for everyone to see while he sucked hard on that massive manhood. Geist thrusted in a quick rhythm, the shallow movement making his balls sway playfully while he growled his intense sexual need into the quiet gym. His whip of a tail thrashing through the air now mixed with sweat and musk as if he might at any moment careen into wild abandon.

Sensing that tension, Din grabbed onto the doom's balls, massaging and cradling them deeply to keep a little leverage for himself while he worked back and forth, struggling to catch a breath as they face fucked wetly. Drool and precum dribbled onto his shirt while his own pre oozed out of his jeans into a fat bead forced through the fabric.

Slap after slap echoed in the gym. Geist shifted his feet to get more control but Din followed in step, keeping him from pulling too far or turning him over for anything worse. His throat ached but it would be worth it. He kept gulping down precum as fast as he could, swallowing inch after inch of hot cock until at last Geist's breath turned ragged and heavy.

He grabbed onto Din's head on either side, thumbs hooked around his ears to keep him from fleeing when his hips lost control. Humping hard and fast, Geist hurried toward his impending orgasm, the wet noises of the younger dog choking and sputtering around the length of it overwhelming the sound of the doom's throaty growls until at very last he pulled in to the root of his cock and let loose a plume of fire that illuminated the room. To match a deluge of semen coursed into the dour's gut, churning with the thick texture and almost searing heat of it.

Din pushed back against the powerful thighs pressed around his muzzle, the twisted muscles pulsing with each blast of his hellish seed, but Geist would not be moved. He hosed down Din's insides like a volcano blowing its top and the defeated canine feared that his belly might swell with the sheer volume of it all. He could already feel the button on his jeans tighter against his belly than before. Maybe it was just the desperate throbbing of his own cock, sexual urge exacerbated by his natural affinity to flame. But he couldn't separate it from the flood of semen forcing its way into his guts.

Finally, after a long moment the button popped, already old and weak it couldn't hold up against the impossible flow the victorious gym leader was imposing on him. His cock shifting toward the release of pressure and his belly pushing it back so together they forced open his zipper as well, leaving him exposed and spewing precum onto the floor as he guzzled down more and more sperm. It was starting to push back up his throat, a stream of it bubbling out of his nostril as he fought back tears welling in his eyes. He wouldn't give the bigger man the satisfaction of making him cry but biology and pneumatics might try to force his hand.

The houndour could feel the waves of seed making eddies and currents in his expanded gut while the goo dribbled down his face and into his lap. It felt almost like wax as it dripped against his cock. Anyone but a fire type might have found it too much to handle but it was an inciting glaze to him, thick and slow coursing white enveloping his dick until that last blast settled in his gut.

Geist pulled free right away, a straggling string of his spunk splattering across Din's face to stick in his fur and his faceplate. Still wet with sticky cum he gave an indignant slap across the dour's face and milked out the last drop onto his eye which Din managed to shut at the last possible second.

"Listen, kiddo," he said low enough that only the two of them could hear. "You didn't stand a chance. Don't make pull out the big guns. Get good or get lost."

Din simmered in his defeat. Spooge oozing around his body and his cock jumping harshly, ready to burst. The eyes winked shut or turned back to their own affairs. The noise of the gym resuming cruelly indifferent to his state. But Din expected it. He expected to win but he wasn't surprised. He struggled back to his feet and huffed defiantly, another breath of fire curling out into the air.

As he stumbled to turn around a supportive brace manifested under his arm, an umbreon who'd just started coming to the gym not a day after evolving two weeks ago. A waif of a thing but eager to a fault and obviously hitching his wagon to Din's effort to topple their leader. He squeezed at the vulpine's shoulder and let himself be eased out into town. He would get good. But first he needed to get laid. The little umbreon would just have to call it the price of being a disciple.