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There's an opinion that training in the woods is cliche, unworthy, dangerous and downright stupid, since it's often filled with dangerous feral animals, not mentioning the often tight spaces between thick trees. And that was correct, according to one Lucario, who decided that opinion was valid and went to the nearby cliffs, which could end even worse than improving one's skills in depths of a forest.

Canid-like pokemon used that time to quickly approach the beach right under the stone, naturally carved walls, at the cold sea. He just -had- to use every moment of his short day to train, since nights were longer at this time of the year. The blue creature sprinted past the human farms, completely ignoring anyone who would even try to stop him. The dust raised high with high quick steps, among the thumps sounded by his firm feet, thinking about upcoming training.

It has clouded his mind in recent days, since digimon he met was truly a handful. He never met before someone from completely different species besides humans, who also had an interest in making themselves better in combat, as well as in others... interests. That troubled his young mind, because last time ended in steamy, animalistic procreation, like they both were in the rut for weeks if not months. He had to meditate for a long time afterwards, feeling dirty and ashamed that they stopped the training sessions for something so... sinful.

Once at the place of the promised meeting, he stopped and relaxed, taking deep breaths, calming himself down. Just like his teacher was saying, both mind and body had to work together. His spiky chest raised up and down in tranquil fashion, like during meditation. He knew his muscles would feel sore in the morning, but like the humans say - no pain, no gain.

Pokemon stared at the sea, lighted by the slowly setting down globe of fire at the horizon. He saw such a similar scene many times, in person and movies, like it was the only time of the day, good for training. But he didn't care about that, only the ending results, which still weren't good enough for him.

Being slightly annoyed by digimon's tardiness, Lucario didn't even think twice about waiting for her. But before he moved even a muscle, he noticed a wooden, washed up pole, standing tall near the water. Perfect. Even if it was another thing, overdid by many media about martial arts, he still thought that balancing one self was truly important for anyone who cared about their self being. Like Ying and Yang, a true warrior had to care about everything. Like bodybuilders who never skip a leg day.

Once on the pole and with eyes closed, he started balancing himself like a crane on just one leg. One could say that he looked truly ridiculous, but only a fool would criticize a martial warrior, in his very own opinion.

"You look ridiculous."

Lucario opened his eyes and turned to a creature who dared to say anything so dreadful about his choosing of improving his body. He jumped down and tried to look down upon her with a degrading gaze. But he was much shorter than a digitalized creature, made of data. He looked more like a pup, trying to protect territory from a much bigger cat.

"And who's talking? You're the one who looks like... like..." he tried to find the words, while also trying to not use anything blasphemous. But staring at the almost completely naked figure of digimon, only those words were coming to his once pure mind.

He couldn't forget how sculptured her body was, like made in marble by the artist himself. Every part just demanded worshipping from perfectly molded, round breasts with nipples of just a superb shade of purple. On her stomach, one couldn't just find barely any fat, in such healthy shape. Lucario was marveled by the sight, jealous of how strong and broad those thighs were, able to crush a fruit between them.

Lucario didn't have any single piece of material on himself, not caring that the precious bits were visible, especially rather engorged orbs in his sack, right below the thick and soft sheath, currently hiding his powerful weapon, although used only for procreation.

Because she had only purple sleeves for her clothing, pokemon had a glimpse on the rest of fit body. Especially those forbidden places he already ventured to the other day, a moment Lucario truly wanted to forget. Her petals weren't engorged anymore and the fleshy hood covering the round bud was less visible, but he knew it was there, ready to be teased and touched once more. But before pokemon could even react, a handful of sand hit his eyes and a powerful first hit his stomach, sending him away on the coarse ground.

"You should be always ready, pup. Aren't those words sounding familiar? The same, when we first met, and you attacked me with no warning?" Her voice, soft like silk, was also shart like a hidden knife under a satin sleeve. Quiet, but deadly. And while Renamon was playful and calm, she could provide him with long weeks in bed, drinking through straw.

Lucario stood in a fighting stance, standing firmly, not saying even a word. While looking at her posture, he stopped focusing on the places great for rutting, but those that could make her beg for mercy, once hurt. He was now completely serious and ready to counter, which made digimon only snort in laughter. He growled, annoyed by such blasphemous behavior.

"You're so cute! I can't believe how committed you are. Those thin lips, gritting teeth, heavier breathing. I think you watched too many movies, little one. Or played an excessive amount of fighting games. Isn't that right?" She cooed afterwards, like a mother to a supposedly furious child, who could only barely hit with its tiny fists.

Blue furred pocket monster finally stepped forward, using his balance to raise the other leg as high as possible with full force, aiming at the chest of a much taller creature, right before those two disorienting globes. He could see a fiery gleam in her eyes, right before getting caught in a firm grip by his leg, still in the air. She caused his body to twirl, when a clearly stronger monster twisted his muscular limb.

Renamon preferred to play dirty, not giving a chance for an opponent to retaliate. Once on his hands and feet and trying to get up, she swiftly stepped closer and kicked right into his ribs with the full force she built up. Lucario gasped for air and met with the sand again, feeling its rough texture on his face sticking to the fur. Because of not fighting fair and having a smaller figure, he had to think fast and change the strategy. But when he raised his dirtied up muzzle, he gazed right into her unfurled petals, like wanting to graze his face with its silky ends.

The canine couldn't believe this, it happened again and he couldn't escape from her or fight back without a good plan. The yellow furred digimon kneeled before him, but having her already moist, hard clitoral hood next to his lips, while the large purplish bud was just dying for attention, twitching with overwhelming lust.

"Be a good boy and say 'aaaaaah', alright?'' She mocked him, acting not like a mother anymore, but some kind of twisted teacher, showing a fractious student a lesson of their life. Before he could even think, he was already deep in her sweaty fur, forced to taste the warm lips of her begging vagina. What a humiliation. With a brief glimpse, he could see a yin-yang symbol on her sleeve. Such an irony.

Digimon murmured deeply, not having such a skilled tongue for a long time, almost forgetting the rutting they had the other day. Although she wasn't doing it just for a simple climax, oh no. It was still an ongoing combat, just with completely different techniques. The ones that Lucario would never agree with. But it worked, at least for her.

Pokemon tried with all his might to fatigue the opponent, even if this method was so below him. His tongue swirled around a trembling clit before landing a passionate kiss on it and finally continuing with massaging inner walls with long tongue. He remembered about that tiny spot of flesh at the upper wall. When pressed it could give a spasm of pleasure. Right after, he felt sharp claws digging into his ears when Renamon didn't want to let him go, groaning loudly after he discovered her soft spot. Perfect, even minor victory was crucial.

Digimon's thighs shaking, while drops of sweetened fluid squirted out of her pleasured slit, while moan escaped her wide opened maw, tongue hanging low like on the happiest dog. But it wasn't even nearly over yet, since her plans involved much more. And she needed Lucario, no other male.

Her grips softened, making a fatal mistake and a significant chance for him to attack. And he used that opportunity at her disadvantage, with all of his fury and might, coming from downright embarrassment and shame. Remembering to always go to the throat, Lucario propped up his sturdy legs against the ground and jumped, grasping digimon's neck, while biting into her shoulder. He swiftly released her grip, once he used his power to topple her over. Now the yellow digimon had wet sand on her own fur, making a very peculiar picture of two semi-feral creatures, dirty from sweat, seashore and sex.

Renamon felt pride for him, seeing how smaller warrior used any kind of tool and opportunity to fight against someone of larger posture and greater experience. But apparently the fighting spirit was as important, if not more.And while she fully succumbed to those feelings, something hit her. Deep.

Lucario was already erect. Not only that, his canine cock bobbed nearly painful, getting all that pumped up fluids inside, hardening it. With a sure look on his face and a glimpse of mockery, he shoved that whole throbbing length past her moist lips, while both gasped for air, when the moans escaped afterwards.

She wrapped her thighs around him like a power bottom she was, holding him closely and pushing his pelvis softly. Guiding him. His moves, while almost mechanical and without passion, were softened by the vulpine, who embraced motherly her so-called opponent. More like a student who needed not only enlightenment, but also love. With a pinch of lust.

Pokemon tried his best to not hurt his lover with chest spike, while still lightly biting into her shoulder, groaning mostly to himself, while feeling moisty, warm tongue on his left cheek. His movement, previously painfully predictable, now were nervous and highly inpatient. Their breathing, once in harmony, was irregular, changing into soft, feral growls. Renamon felt like something was expanding at the entrance of the vagina, now completely locked with his by the thick, meaty knot. Lucario made a few last thrusts, while whole of his deeply red length throbbed with strength, releasing long ropes of cum. Each powerful twitch made him howl, which digimon surely enjoyed. But her work wasn't done yet.

Both of them were in the same position for a good quarter of an hour, relaxed and feeling just as sleepy. The knot wasn't soft enough yet, but Lucario decided to look around. Renamon still had her eyes closed and a peculiar smile on her face. But it wasn't the questionable thing he noticed.

There were two pairs of eyes, staring at him from a nearby cave.