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It's strange how you can feel hot and cold at the same time while sweating. Was that just an oncoming heat stroke? Maybe so. The high sun was bearing down ruthlessly on them as they continued to run across the beach, panting and gasping for breath, struggling to keep form.

Well, he was, at least. In truth, the two urshifu just ahead of him seemed unperturbed all things considered.

"You ok?" One of them asked. Ur, the current successor of the way of shadows, the merciless Single Strike Style. If he weren't on death's door, he'd find the sincere concern in his voice ironic.

"Shit, how long have we been running?" Fu, the Rapid Strike Style inheritor asked.

"Uh . . ."

"T-Twenty . . ." He wheezed out.

The two of them slow down their pace, forcing the lucario accompanying them to slow down to a stop as well, bent over.

"Sorry, honestly we forgot you were with us, Luka." Fu said bashfully, patting him on the back. "We can slow down if you want."

"N-No! No I'm fine." He said quickly. His mind goes back to Master Mustard's words as he had asked him to accompany Fu and Ur. "Don't let them slack off." he had ordered. An obvious test for him, to see if he could keep up with these two legendary fighters without slowing them down.

"Mm, I mean that's obviously a lie." Fu said rather bluntly. "C'mon, let's take a small break, get you some water."

Though Luka would want to protest more, he was also on the verge of passing. Out? Away? Yes. He reached for his pack, grabbing his water bottle before downing a well needed few gulps of water. And then spraying some on his head.

"I'm a bit shocked you two are handling the heat so well. With the black uniform and fur afterall." He commented casually as he shook off the excess water from his fur.

"We're just used to this route. And the weather. Grew up on the island afterall." Ur said, going through a few simple stretches.

"Plus the uniforms aren't nearly as bad as the ones Mustard has you guys wearing. They're pretty thin, and breezy too." Fu says, moving aside the bottom of his uniform and revealing his low hanging member.

Ur smacked him. "Don't go flashing people!" He growls out.

"Sorry, sorry." Fu said, flatly. Luka didn't mind the view though, as shocking as it was to see. Though, their uniforms weren't exactly all that covering in the first place, and letting it all flop out and about like that meant that Luka already had seen their members as recently as today.

Resist the temptation, clear your mind. "Alright, I think I'm ready to get back to our run." He said, trying to sound confident.

"Well, we've basically finished with running. Not like it'll help us much in training anyway." Fu said. Luka kicks himself for being even somewhat relieved to hear that their marathon would finally stop. "Might as well get to actual training."

"I dunno, the old man's gonna be pretty miffed if he finds out we skimped on the running." Ur said, glancing over to the lucario only for a second.

"Relax, it'll be fine!" Fu reassured, walking over to luka before slinging an arm over his shoulder. "We'll just do extra combat training to make up for the time we didn't run. That seems more than fair, right Luka?"

"I suppose so, it's always good to be flexible with one's training plan." He said, trying not to freak out at the contact. Or the sweaty, musky scent of Fu so close to him.

"Luka here gets it." He says, squeezing the poor lucario closer to him, seemingly unaware of his plight.

Ur lets out a sigh. "Alright, let's get to training then." The urshifu looked around for a moment, apparently spotting whatever it was he's looking for as he made his way over to a tree. Much to Luka's confusion, he broke off a branch before coming back, drawing a rough circle in the sand. A ring, he realized.

"Best of three?"

"As always. And our usual wager?"

He nods. "Guess I'll have to wait to get my reward when we're alone." Ur smirked confidently as he stood in one end of the ring.

"I doubt you'll have to wait that long when I cash in." Fu shot back, stepping in himself.

The air seemed to become heavy with tension as they both readied themselves, taking their respective stances. He held his breath, waiting for either of them to make the first move.

It ended up being Ur. He'd seen it before, Ur's almost explosive speed even from his stoic, stone-like stance, but it never ceased to amaze him just how quickly he closed the sizable gap between the two. Fu seemed more than ready to meet him though, taking a few steps forward before fluidly dodging his opponent's initial blow.

Luka gasped, Fu behind Ur in an instant. There was no way that Fu would miss such a golden opportunity, the other urshifu's momentum already hurtling him towards the edge of the ring. Fu moved in, but in an instant stepped back.

A feint, or a fake out. He wasn't sure how Ur even pulled it off from that position, but he attempted a strike on Fu, torso twisting to a wide degree just to swing back. Had Fu anticipated this? He had barely dodged, but dodged all the same.

Ur continued his assault, deadly heavy blows being thrown out with harrowing precision. It was a tight dance the two were locked in, but Fu made dodging and deflecting each and every blow feel effortless.

In a blink of an eye, in the midst of one of Ur's jabs, Fu closed the gap. His elbow flew out, ready to strike right into Ur's sternum. Luka winced at the impact, but was impressed with Ur's resilience, not even wincing. Wait . . . no! He had caught the blow last minute! When did he even have time to?!

Ur pressed the advantage, a quick headbut disorienting Fu before he barreled the both of them towards the ring's edge, tripping up the other urshifu's legs and sending them both flying out of bounds.

They landed in the sand with a dull thud.

"You touched the sand first." Ur announced, a bit too quick.

"Wha- bastard! That was so dirty!"

"Oh you'll know just how dirty I can get tonight." He growled out with a smirk.

The two of them got up, Fu grumbling grouchily while Ur smiled like a fiend. Luka was still a bit star struck seeing the performance put on by the two of them. They were in a league of their own.

"Next time you won't get so lucky."

"Lucky, huh? Already defaulting to such a lame excuse?"

"Shut up!"

"U-Um-" He nearly jumped as the two of them turned to him suddenly. "I was, uh, wondering if I could join in?"

"Oh, yeah sure!" Fu said, cheerfully. "Hmm, are you okay with the same style of sparring?"

"Yeah, that's ok with me. Is there, uh, any rules I should know about?" Luka asked, a bit hesitant.

"Mm, not really, Just no special moves like Brick Break or whatever. First to give in or get knocked out of the ring loses." Fu explained, the lucario nodding along as he listened. "For now, I guess I'll be your opponent. That good with you?"

Luka nodded once again. He would have asked for Fu as a first opponent anyway, Ur's own fighting style seeming more . . . brutal.

Fu led them into the sand circle, Ur just outside watching the two of them vigilantly. The unspoken referee, he supposed. Wordlessly, Fu walked to one side of the ring, Luka catching on and heading to the position opposite of him. Once in place, facing one another, they bowed respectfully before getting into their fighting stances.

"Ready . . ." Ur called out to them. "Begin."

The two of them rushed for one another. Luka had to steel his nerves, ignore the fact he was fighting someone of such a high caliber and instead focus on the fight itself. He was first to strike, throwing out a few testing jabs. Trying to get a better feel for his opponent.

His heart sank a bet when Fu dodged then all effortlessly, redirecting a few even just as he had done to Ur. Luka switched up tactics. If he overwhelmed him then, maybe he could find an opening.

But the opposite was true for him as well. As he increased his pace, throwing out more kicks, sweeps, hooks, he left himself with openings. Small, and nearly imperceptible to the untrained eye, but Fu could see them clear as day. Each strike onto Luka was heavy, but not devastating. But he knew well enough that they'd have an accumulative effect eventually.

The two of them continued fighting for five, maybe ten minutes in total? It was his best guess. Time seemed to stretch and compact all at the same time for Luka. Still, at the very least he was holding his grounds, not being forced to the edge of the ring yet. But he was getting sloppy.

Fu finally seemed to take advantage of this, dodging an obviously telegraphed punch and grabbing his wrist. Before he even realized it, he was flipped onto the floor.

"What?" Was the only thought that ran through his head as he was pinned to the floor in seconds by the urshifu. How had he even ended up on the ground? How was he pinned? He struggled uselessly for a few seconds until he inevitably tapped the ground.

Then there was the sudden realization that Fu was on top of him. Hot and sweaty, and literally right there on top of him.

"Alright, that's the match." Ur said. At that, Fu sadly got up. He stayed on the ground a bit, trying to make sure he was hiding any disappointment that might've been on his face.

"You're a pretty good fighter, Luka." Fu said as he helped him off the ground.

"Thank you. For the compliment and letting me spar with you." Luka said, brushing the sand from his fur, trying not to think too hard about how the urshifu's musk lingered in his nose. Arceus, what if he had noticed my arousal?

"Awww, anytime, man!" He said cheerily, patting him on the back. "Always good to switch up sparring partners. You'll fall into a rut otherwise."

"True enough. We spar for training all the time, feel free to join in whenever." Ur said, joining the two of them in the circle.

Luka couldn't help but smile at the offer. But . . . well as true as it might have been, he could tell easily that Fu had held back against him. The truth of the matter was the lucario had probably gotten a lot more from than match than Fu had. He certainly didn't want to waste either of their time . . .

"Hm, earlier . . . you and Ur mentioned a wager, right?"

"Ah, don't worry about that." Ur said quickly.

"Oh c'mon, don't be like that, Ur." Fu said teasingly. "We're all adults here after all." He turned to address Luka. "Wager is whoever wins gets to be the one in control when we fuck."

"D-Do you have to be so crass?!" Ur shouted. Though the outburst only made Fu burst out in laughter.

Luka, however, was stunned into silence, thoughts of these two urshifu on top of one another. I-In one another. Cumming on one another- Okay, let's stop this train of thought!!

"Aww, sorry honey, did I make you angry?" He said, voice saccharine as he practically draped himself over Ur's front. "Do you want me to make it up to you?" He licked his lips, just to get across the lurid intent of his words. Luka didn't miss how Ur's member seemed to swell behind the flimsy piece of fabric.

"I'm gonna enjoy pounding you into putty when we get some alone time." Ur growled out, only making Fu's smile widen. He turned back. "Sorry about Fu. He's insatiable." "Guilty as charged." "Shut it." "Make me."

"It's- uh- It's alright. I didn't know you two were like that, though. Uh, together that is." He said, stumbling over the words.

"Really? I suppose we're not too often in the dojo. Hm, it doesn't bother you right?"

"N-No! Not at all!"

"Hmmmm? Are you sure about that?" Fu asked, feigning concern. "Because- correct me if I'm wrong- but you're looking awful hot and bothered right now."

"Oh my god." Ur groaned. "That was so cheesy."

"It's clever!" He snarled back at Ur before turning back to Luka, a smirk on his face. "You know, Luka, we actually have a tradition of handling the wager immediately after a spar. Nothing like a good fuck after a workout, afterall. Now, of course it's up to you. We can just have a nice day of training, I'll even tone it down with the sex talk and the come ons. But if you wanted to maybe join us, well . . ."

He wrapped an arm around Ur, the other hand groping his member through the thin fabric. It seemed . . . immensely larger than the times he had seen it before.

"Well I know for a fact that we both think you're pretty damn hot." Fu said, voice low and nearly dripping with lust.

The lucario, for a moment, just stood that. Paralyzed with lust at these two sculpted, powerful fighters offering him what had only ever been a far off fantasy. It took nearly all his strength to break from it and nod eagerly, both Urshifu smiling wide at him.

"Let's get to somewhere a little more comfortable." Ur growled out.

Someplace more comfortable, apparently, meant the closest patch of shady grass. Not that Luka was complaining. He could feel himself dripping in his shorts, thinking about having not one, but both of these guys at the same time.

It was as intimidating as it was extremely arousing.

He couldn't help but smile awkwardly and fidget in place as the two of them sized him up, eyes hungrily taking him in. Fu was the first to approach.

"Now . . . let's see what we're working with." Fu said, licking his lips as he gets down on his knees. His fingers hooked into his shorts before unceremoniously dragging them down, boxer briefs and all. "Ohhh~"

His knotted member flung up and smacked his stomach wetly, flinging pre onto Fu, much to his horror. And much to his arousal, Fu immediately licked up the pre that he could. Ur soon joined the two of them, kneeling down as if to observe his manhood with Fu.

"You're pretty drippy already. Excited, are we?" Fu teased, leaning closer and closer to his member, until he could feel his warm breath washing over his cock.

"D-Definitely."

"How flattering." Ur said with a smirk before leaning in himself, not bothering to tease him at all as he licked his cock from knot to tip, getting a shaky moan from Luka. To his dismay, Fu joined in soon as well, the two urshifu licking and lapping and kissing his member from both sides. A slurry of pre and spit dripped onto the floor, staining their muzzles as they worked over his member.

It was frustratingly light touches, teasing at best. But much to his embarrassment he could clearly feel himself getting closer just by how erotic the scene below him was. Soon enough as well, he felt their hands roaming over him, making him gasp out as he felt their hands groping his rear.

It seemed though they weren't content sharing the same treat, Ur fluidly making his way around Luka until he was face to face with his rear. The lucario knew exactly what he was after as Ur roughly pried apart his cheeks, warm breath washing over his crack.

As if they had planned this well ahead of time, both of the urshifus dove into their respective sides, Fu taking his member right down to the knot, Ur dragging his tongue through his crack. He moaned loudly into the air as he gripped into Fu's head, body trembling as he tried to calm himself down.

Fu started bobbing onto his member, not gagging even a single time as his member breached into his throat, constricting around the head of his cock. He even went so far as to show off by licking his knot when he fully sheathed the cock into his muzzle. He certainly was adept at cock sucking.

Ur as well showed Luka no mercy. He voraciously licked and lapped at his rim, lips pressed against his hole as he tongued his pucker, pressing harder and harder before the wet, slimy tongue finally broke through his resistance, sinking deep into him.

He yelped in surprise, though it soon melted into a drawn out moan as Ur continued to bore his tongue into him, licking and lapping at his sensitive walls. Every now and then he'd pull out with a wet slurp, loudly kissing his hole, barely sucking at the rim and driving him crazy before pressing his muzzle against his rear and plunging his tongue in again.

Luka trembled at the intense stimulation, pleasure shooting up his spine, eyes glazing forward as he tried his best to hold back. But it was a useless effort.

"Nnnghh, g-gonna c-cuuuuughhhhmmmmmm~" He groaned out, knees buckling as he felt the heat pooling in his gut finally flood over, toes curling in the grass as he felt his cock harden to steel.

The two urshifu's held him up as he was thrown over the edge, Fu milking his knot and drinking down his surprisingly copious load, and Ur still licking and lapping deep in his hole despite how hard Luka was clenching. The two of them only stopped until he threatened to limply collapse onto the two of them.

Fu was the first to stop, pulling off his member, strands of Luka's bitter sweet cum sticking to his muzzle as he licked his lips. "Damn, still hard too. Nice."

Luka couldn't say anything, still dazed from his incredibly powerful orgasm. Ur, finally satisfied, pulled back as well, admiring his handiwork as he examined Luka's winking, spit soaked pucker before helping the exhausted Lucario onto the ground.

"I'm guessing you liked that?" Ur asked, almost smugly, letting Luka lean back onto his chest. He could only nod as he tried his best to catch his breath.

"Glad you did, handsome." Fu says, still standing, though notably naked now. It was interesting to see the white markings normally hidden under his clothes. Though of course his eyes went right to his now hard cock. It drooped with the sheer weight of it, thicker and longer than anyone he had ever been with before. And judging by the hard, throbbing bulge pushing into his back, he could only imagine Ur was around the same.

"That being said though, I'm not done with you just yet. Don't worry though, you can sit down and relax for now." Fu said with a devious smirk, before turning around and lowering his rear right towards his still erect member.

He couldn't even mention his surprise for being the one on top before Fu gripped his knot and slammed his ass onto his cock, taking everything but the knot in a second. He cried out at the feel of his still sensitive member suddenly being massaged and squeezed by Fu's obviously well trained hole.

"Ooohhh, you feel damn good, Luka." Fu said dreamily as he wiggled his rear down, his hole stretching around and threatening to swallow up the knot too.

"Heh, better than me?"

"Aww, is someone feeling jealous?" Fu shot back at Ur with a smirk, earning him a growl and a slap on the rear. It only made Fu moan though, starting to ride the lucario's cock in earnest.

He was wrong, he very much wasn't on top here. Fu was in full control as he slammed down on him over and over again, using him like a dildo. It felt amazing though, the urshifu's hole swallowing up the entirety of his cock before he clenched down as he dragged back up again, repeating the process over and over again. He didn't want to be a passive participant though, trying his best to meet Fu's slow, savage pace with a few well timed thrusts of his own.

Fu groaned in appreciation of the effort, though he did pause at the sound of Ur clearing his throat. He turned his head towards Ur. "Something wrong?"

"I was thinking we could have a quick change in position so I can start prepping Luka's hole here." Ur said, a hand moving to grope Luka's rear.

"Ahh, that's a good idea." He said before lifting himself off of Luka's cock, his hole barely gaping as his cock popped out. He got onto all fours, wiggling his enticing ass back at the two of them. "Well? Don't keep me waiting~"

Before he can move, Ur helps them both up, growling at the sight of the urshifu. Luka grabs Fu's wide hips before pressing his tip to the man's pucker. He considered easing himself in, though it was obvious he could take it. Hell, he wanted it rough it seemed. Might as well try and give him a memorable time.

Luka, taking a breath, rammed himself in, knot squeezing into the hole with a loud pop, making the two of them groan out in pleasure. Fu certainly hadn't been expecting that, though he wasn't complaining at the feel of his engorged knot stretching his hole, Luka's cock pressed against his prostate.

In truth, it was a surprise to Luka as well, who tried his best not to buckle over as his sensitive knot was enveloped by Fu's hole clenching around him. He tried to calm himself down, bent over Fu's muscular back. Ur, however, was either unaware or uncaring of his plight, bringing two spit soaked digits to his hole and thrusting them in, his fingers immediately pressing down on his prostate as if magnetically attracted to it.

He groaned, beginning to thrust into Fu. It certainly didn't help his current issue, but it felt damn good. Fucking his knot deeper into the well trained hole, pushing back into those skilled fingers massaging his prostate as they worked his hole open. But he didn't want to leave Fu unsatisfied. He reached around and grabbed his cock, the massive member not even fitting in his grip as he began to fervently jerk it off.

Fu very much appreciated the effort at least, his cock throbbing in Luka's grip and his hips meeting each and every thrust he could.

"Ohhh, fuck. Gonna . . . Gonna cum soon." Fu grunted out, making Luka ramp up his own pace. His own climax was in sight, he just had to make sure Fu came first.

Ur, however, seemed to have different plans. Deeming his hole stretched enough for two fingers, he rammed in another. The sudden stretch, just that extra bit of stimulation was enough to send Luka over the edge.

He cried out, furiously fucking and jerking off Fu as he began shooting his second load of the day once again deep into the urshifu, thrusts turning erratic and sloppy. His efforts though did not go unrewarded, the feeling of the lucario's hot jizz filling his hole, and his knot swelling and stretching him even more setting him off.

Luka gasped at Fu's hardening member, throbbing in his grip as the entire thing swelled with cum before he blasted it into the grass beneath him. His own orgasm ended while Fu's persisted. Luka counted at least 12 shots before his climax tapered off.

"The benefits of gaining a water typing." Ur muttered with a grin as he pulled out his fingers, getting a yelp from Luka. "Hmm, you gonna pull out your knot? Fu'll be fine."

"I-I'm a bit sensitive right now." Luka said, blushing.

"Ahh, fair enough." He said, before standing up next to Luka. He brought his member close to his face. It looked even bigger than what Fu was packing. "Since you need a bit of a break then, wanna get me a bit lubed up for your hole?"

He gulped, but happily went to work, leaning in and kissing the head of the member. Thick, viscous pre coated his lips as he opened his muzzled, licking and lapping at the piss slit, letting that delicious musky pre coat his tongue thickly.

His muzzle ached as the lucario tried to take as much as he could. He didn't get even a third of it before he gagged, the large head hitting the back of his throat. Still, he made do, slobbering over the first couple of inches, coating it in drool and pre as he did his best to pleasure Ur.

"Damn, you're not half bad." He said, gently placing a hand on the back of his head. "Think you can handle something a bit rougher?"

Luka looked up to the urshifu before roughly sinking down on his shaft, suppressing a gag as he felt his cock head popping into his throat. He gave a weak thumbs up as he bobbed a few times before pulling back off to just the head. Ur only gave him a moment of rest as he smiled deviously down at him, gripping the back of Luka's head tighter.

Ur gave little warning before he suddenly dragged Luka back down his shaft, sputtering at the sudden force of Ur's shaft being thrust into his throat again. He adjusted quickly enough though, he had to afterall. Ur fucked his muzzle roughly, pulling him down deeper and deeper onto his shaft with each thrust in.

It wasn't the first time he had his face fucked, but certainly Ur's cock was a challenge in size. He felt drool running down the sides of his muzzle, dripping off his chin and Ur's cock in thick, wet strands as the urshifu relentlessly pumped into him. Tears were streaming from his eyes as they passed the halfway mark, but Luka loved the rough treatment. The smell of pre and sex and musk filled his nose as he gagged on the massive manhood.

Ur abruptly pulled out of the lucario's muzzle, who sputtered and coughed as the shaft left his muzzle. Ur had to admit, Luka looked absolutely wrecked. Thick strands of spittle and pre connected his muzzle to his shaft, bobbing lightly in the air. Luka himself was panting, greedily taking in the air he had been deprived of. But his eyes were locked onto his cock, hungry to have it fucking his throat again. Ur growled happily, they really lucked out with this slut.

"You doin' good?" He asked. Luka nodded, licking the tip of his cock, lapping up an errant pearl of pre. "Good. I'm gonna see if you can take me all, is that ok?" Another nod. He smirked. "Alright. Just tap twice anywhere on me if you want a break."

Luka wasn't given a chance to respond before he was pulled back onto the shaft. The grip on the back of his head though didn't let up once he had gotten to the halfway mark. He shut his eyes tight as he did his best to relax his throat, letting more and more of Ur's shaft slip into him.

It wasn't just a simple trip down of course. Ur took pleasure in slowly sliding his shaft in and out of Luka's muzzle, feeling his throat practically milk his shaft. But, much to Ur's surprise- and Luka's as well- the lucario didn't tap out once.

Luka opened his eyes in shock as he felt his nose bury into Ur's coarse bush, the entirety of the massive cock lodged into his throat. He was ecstatic about having taken all of it. Or would be, if his lungs weren't burning for air.

Ur showed mercy to him though, pulling out before Luka even got the chance to tap.

"Fucking hell, not gonna lie. I don't think anyone other than Fu's managed that." Ur said, smirking down at the panting, glassy eyed lucario. He slapped his shaft against his face, messing it up with a slurry of pre and saliva. "We'll have to practice more later. You could make a good cock warmer."

He didn't even know what that meant, all he could think about was the heavy meat slapping him in the cheek, and how much he got off on it.

"Later though. You got me lubed up pretty good, and I think Fu want's a shot at that hot muzzle."

Luka's eyes widened, he had nearly forgotten about Fu. He turned to him, only to see the urshifu looking back at them, clearly jerking off to the scene. "Wow, claiming his ass, huh? That's fair." Fu said, placing one hand on Luka's lower stomach before leaning forward, his barely softened shaft popping out of his hole, along with a small trickle of cum.

"I'm sure you'll get a shot at it later." Ur reassured him, going back around Luka before roughly bending him all over onto all fours. His face reddened feeling the head of his shaft against his tail hole.

He yelped at the sudden intrusion, Ur's massive cock head stretching his hole wider than just about anything he'd ever taken. He groaned, the ache and burn of the stretch accompanied by that familiar, hot pleasure that went along with getting his tail hole hollowed out.

Luka didn't have much time to just enjoy Ur sliding in though, Fu's cock suddenly pointed at his muzzle. He opened his mouth obediently, jaws stretching wide to take the spire into his mouth. Idly, he figured Fu was a bit thicker, but had a bit less length. Though it didn't really matter much as he sunk into his throat. He swallowed around the shaft, head held still until he was hilted right to the base of the cock.

Ur was, thankfully, slower than his partner, content with slowly pushing his cock in before dragging it out, spreading his own thick pre and stretching open the lucario's hole. Luka moaned around the cock stuffed in his muzzle, vision blurring as Ur's massive cock seemed to rub against every sensitive nerve ending in his tail hole. He tried to focus on properly blowing Fu, though he was really more just fucking his face at this point. He had to admit, he loved it though. The dominance of the act, the musk that filled his nose, the feel of his huge balls, slapping wetly against his chin as he almost leisurely used him.

His cock was spewing pre onto the ground as if he was cumming. Hell, he wasn't sure actually if he was cumming or not. His legs shook as he tried to stay up on all fours, his body shivering as electric pleasure seemed to shoot up his spine and flood his senses.

After what felt like an eternity, Luka groaned at the feeling of Ur hilted in him, hips flush with his own. Ur seemed to give him a moment of rest, simply savoring the feeling of being in a tight, hot hole. It was only a moment, however.

Luka cried out, or at least tried to while his throat was plugged as Ur pulled out to just the tip, just a bit too quickly. Even faster though, he slammed back in, not waiting a single moment before repeating the process, using every inch of himself to thoroughly fuck the lucario.

The force of his sudden thrusting pushed him into Fu, gripping onto his thighs as he was subjected to a brutal railing. Ur, understanding the problem, gripped Luka's hips and pulled him back to meet each thrust.

The rough, sudden pace threw Luka over the edge. He had been unsure before, but the tidal wave of near overwhelming pleasure radiating through him was proof enough. His dick swung around wildly as the cum was fucked out of him, splattering wetly against the ground. Despite his powerful climax though, Ur seemed unperturbed, his pace unchanged as Luka came his balls out. The only indication the urshifu even knew about his orgasm was a growl and Ur tightening his grip on him.

Eventually, his climax tapered out, and all the energy seemed to leave Luka's body all at once. Before he could collapse though, Ur bent over him, hands bracing him and holding him up. Luka was tempted to tap out, he knew they'd give him a break if he had just asked.

But the part of him that was exhausted was far overshadowed by the part of him that revelled in getting used like this by these two powerful men.

Ur growled into his ear, his free hand not holding him up roaming over his chest. It paused over a spot on his stomach, before he suddenly grabbed his hand, leaving it over to the spot. He groaned as he felt it, the small bulge in his stomach coming from Ur's cock. Bastard was showing it off, and he loved it.

The two urshifu couldn't last forever, though, and Luka could tell they were nearing their respective ends. Their thrusts were getting more wild and sloppy, less and less of their shafts slipping out of him and instead using shorter, but much faster and harder thrusts.

Fu was, surprisingly, first to go, gripping Luka's head before thrusting in one last time, groaning loudly as his body trembled, his cock pulsing in his throat. Despite it being his second shot, it seemed no less copious, flooding his throat and overflowing back into his muzzle, gripping out the sides of his mouth in thick, white strands. Ur ran a hand up to his neck, as if to feel how it bulged out with his lover's shaft. He leaned in, kissing and licking at the side of his muzzle where the small part of Fu's shaft was exposed, smearing the thick seed over his own muzzle.

It was that last act that finally set Ur and Luka off again, Luka's balls aching at the strain, his member only spraying out a few dribbles of cum. He groaned as Ur bucked in one last time, a hot, powerful stream of potent cum filling his insides. It was so much, it felt like his stomach might be bulging a bit from it. He could feel rivers of cum leaking out around Ur's shaft, soon forming a small puddle.

The three of them collapsed near simultaneously, Fu's cock slipping out of his throat wetly as they all fell to the ground. Luka groaned a bit in complaint, having tried his best to avoid the cum on the ground and failing. But Ur's weight on top of him was too much to move, and he had no energy to even complain.

All too soon though, Ur lifted himself off of Luka. He yelped as the urshifu suddenly pulled out his cock from his hole, with an embarrassingly loud, wet schlurp. He could tell too his gaping hole was probably leaking a small river of cum into the grass. Then again, it was all worth it for such a great fuck.

He turned onto his back, smiling stupidly as he continued to catch his breath. The sun in his eyes reminded him that they had been outside.

The natural light was blocked out though, as his vision was blocked by two, only slightly softened urshifu cocks.

"C'mon, you're not too tired right?" Fu asked teasingly.

"We were thinking you could take a small break cleaning our cocks before we jumped into round two." Ur said, bouncing his heavy member. "Up to you of course. I can always cash in my win from earlier."

"That doesn't count! We didn't even do best of three!"

He didn't pay them much mind as the two devolved into playful bickering above him. Instead Luka had to seriously ask himself if he could even last another round. He couldn't see himself walking or sitting for the next week after just one! What sort of state would he be in after two? Or three? Just how long could these two go for?

Mustard's words came back to him in that moment. "Last time I left them alone, they wasted an entire day . . . fooling around. So I'm asking you to accompany them. Don't let them slack off."

The words quickly left his mind though as he licked his lips, leaning up and starting to lap at the members presented to him, smearing the mix of jizz and pre and spit onto his face. The two of them immediately stopped their bickering, smiling down excitedly instead at their new playmate. Luka was excited to see if he could keep up with these two.