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André is a very dedicated Heliolisk. From a very young age, as an Helioptile, he has taken a great deal of interest in contact sports, eventually settling down with boxing. This has always come off as something strange, as, after all, Helioptile and Heliolisk are known for being quite... unfit for such activities. They are made to strike from far away with powerful special attacks and run before they are hit back on their frail bodies.

That didn't matter to André, though. He wanted to prove that he could, in the future, become the one Heliolisk that could trade fists with other beings and come out on top. This is despite his family, friends and even some Pokémon that didn't even know him kept telling him that's an undertaking with no future, that, no matter what, he'll always be weak. All of that wasn't helped by the lack of fighting instruction he could get in his hometown.

As he grew and eventually evolved into an Heliolisk, André learned some important parts or tricks about himself.

First of all, he noticed that, when channeling electricity, his muscles... felt funny. Like they reacted to the electricity coursing through his body. When trying with an even more heavy charge, he even felt that his muscles suddenly expanded, and that, as long as he kept charging, his musculature was significantly bulkier, almost having the physique of an athlete that way. Since he had never seen any other Helioptile or Heliolisk do that, André assumed this was a revolutionary trick... when the untold truth is that no one else thought it was useful, for they still felt weak, and it could tire them very quickly if they tried to perform physical activities with them. André eventually found out that shortcoming, and, in secret, trained how to use them only when absolutely necessary.

The other major discovery is in his motivation. André didn't just want to prove he could beat an opponent fist-to-fist. He wanted to beat larger, stronger-looking opponents, to top them... in more ways than one, and make them taste defeat on what should have been one feeble frilled lizard... also in more ways than one.

Thus, at the tender fresh age of 18, he set off and went to another city where there would be gyms and martial artists that could give him the proper training he sought to become the 'giant-killer' of his dreams. He eventually found a boxing club and the training, which has been for around four years by now, has indeed helped him build some muscle when not charged (and indirectly making his charged form look even more muscled) and has taught him some good boxing techniques, especially to use his good speed to dodge and punch quickly.

In the process, he has challenged many other big Pokémon into boxing fights... but most of the time he was just ignored. They rightfully thought they'd easily crush him in a few blows, which the few that had accepted his challenges ended up discovering. His desire to top bigger, stronger-looking Pokémon ended up with him submitting instead... and as much as he wanted to be the one in control, he wasn't unsatisfied. Maybe he should just pick someone closer to his weight.

Someone like... Fito, the Hawlucha. Much like André, Rodolfo (which is his full name) has found himself in the somewhat uncomfortable situation of seeking a future that his species is simply not meant to pursue. Whereas André's was seeking to become a fighter despite his weak natural strength, Fito's 'mistake' is trying to become a boxer when his species is way better at wrestling, with small but strong bodies that allow them to easily outmaneuver much heavier opposition... and yet, Fito wanted to trade fists, nothing more. He was fully aware that that specialization would put him at a big disadvantage against bigger opponents, but he didn't mind - that was his goal and no one would stop him.

For that, at the same age as André but one year later, Fito moved to the same city... and the same gym, to become a good boxer.

The Heliolisk and the Hawlucha, with the similarities between how their motivations were treated, became friends quickly. They exercised together and sparred together for the circa three years they've known each other. The two almost never hung around in the club without the other one, for, to their disappointment, they are pretty much the only "small" Pokémon to attend there.

They've never had a proper fight, though. Nothing beyond mere sparring sessions. They'd exercise and spar together a lot of times, yes, but they always sought someone else to challenge for a fight, with mixed success when it came to going outside and having bouts with Pokémon of similar height.

That being said, one day...

Fito invites André to his home with one specific condition: for him to bring his boxing equipment.

André doesn't mind, thinking it was just to do some extra sparring. He knocks the door, which is quickly opened.

"André!" Fito, who is wearing his boxing gear, spreads his arms to hug his 20-centimetre-taller friend.

André, who is wearing the same kind of clothes, hugs back. "How are you, Fito?"

"Oh, I'm fine, I'm fine..." The Hawlucha says, resting his head on the Heliolisk's chest. "Hey, is it me, or do your pecs finally feel solid?"

André giggles while flashing a very brief blush. "Heh... do you say so?"

Fito pokes André's pectorals with his mask-like beak. "Yes, I'm most certain of it."

"Thanks," André smiles for a moment, before gently pushing Fito out of the hug, and bending down to be face-to-face with him. "And you seem to be improving, too. Is it me or do your abs show through your feathers?" He pokes Fito's stomach.

That makes the Hawlucha grin and blush a bit as well. "Well, you know... I've got to build some muscle. Not too much because that could make me slow, but enough to gain strength."

"Well, don't we all? Although... I wish I had it as easy as you..." André admits.

"Hey, I'm a Fighting-type Pokémon. Fitness is what we're made for. You had to work a lot to reach this point. I'm sure that you're not far from the point you'll start to have visible abs..." Fito pats André's belly with a fist. "I mean, I feel some resistance there so you have already got some results."

"Yeah, I can't wait for that day..." André puffs his chest. He has kept his electrically charged muscled physique a near-complete secret since he started going into the gym. Partially so he can learn to not rely on it too much, and also to keep it as a 'weapon' to surprise his opponents when they least expect it.

And Fito is one of those who doesn't know it. "I want to be there to witness it."

"Now... why did you invite me here? Are you looking for some 'extra-curricular sparring'?"

"Actually... I want to fight you proper."

That surprises André. "Say what?"

"An actual, boxing fight."

"Hmmmm..." André wonders. He knows Fito is appreciatively stronger than him despite his smaller size. He could lose... but he could win. He does look stronger than him, which matches his type, but he's fighting on a handicap like himself. Could he count like someone he'd want to top...?

"... although, I better clarify, it's not an ordinary boxing fight."

"Not an 'ordinary' boxing fight? Then what is it?"

Fito turns his back to André and walks a few steps away. "Tell me. Have you ever heard of... strip boxing?"

"Strip... boxing?" André is so confused he doesn't pick the implications straight away. And when he does, he flinches a bit. "What!?"

"It's nothing special. We box with each other fully clothed, with even more clothes than in a normal fight. You get a piece of clothing removed when you get knocked down, or one every 10 seconds you stay lied down. And you lose if you get naked."

"You can't seriously be implying..."

"What?" Fito turns around again, and spreads his somewhat-thick arms again. "I thought you'd like the idea."

"Uhm... yeah... but I didn't think YOU'd like it!"

"... well, I do." The Hawlucha smirks, walks back to the Heliolisk, and pats his pecs with his fist again. "So... are you up for it? Is the lizard-in-the-process-of-getting-buff willing to try?"

What can André do in such a situation? He just can't say 'no'... especially when he was thinking of a far tamer way to ask him to make out with a fight.

"... don't tell me you don't want it..." Fito insists.

"Eh, n-no! It's not that I don't want to!" André blushes furiously. "It's just... that you got me off-guard. Let's... let's do it, okay?"

Fito grins. "I knew you'd not refuse. Now, follow me. I have some spare clothes for you to use..."

Fito eventually leads André to his personal training room. It's nothing too impressive. Just a decently-sized room with a punching bag, some weights, a stationary bike, and a mat that covers the whole floor. From the first time he was shown this, André understands that Fito only goes to a club for company and instruction, as he could do just fine at home if he wished.

Right now, both André and Fito are very heavily clothed. Not just the boxing shorts, gloves and shoes they were wearing at first, but also a muscle shirt and a hoodie. It's worth mentioning that, since André is taller, wearing some of Fito's clothes does reveal some of his bare scaly skin, but they don't mind. Much.

"So, since we are wearing five pieces of clothing... do we have to be knocked down five times to lose?" André asks.

"... almost. Let's make it four. Keep the gloves on until we end."

"Got it!" André takes on a fighting stance. "Let's fight..."

Fito nods and goes for a quick jab at André's snout.

The Heliolisk can't just duck under the hit because the Hawlucha is 20 centimetres shorter, so he could get hit anyways. Thus, he steps aside.

André throws a right cross punch to Fito's face, but he blocks it with his left arm, and connects a light right jab on André's abdomen, making the Heliolisk grunt slightly.

Fito then connects another hit, a straight punch, to André's snout, making him step back a bit.

"Come on, buddy!" Fito pats his own right cheek, taunting André. "Don't be afraid! I don't bite!"

"No, but you peck," André dismisses the taunt and stays on the defensive.

"... actually, I can bite as well," Fito admits before attempting to jab André in the gut, but the Heliolisk sidesteps and slams the Hawlucha in the abs with a hard hook. "... guh." Fito grunts, before hastily blocking an uppercut to the beak.

This only allows André to once again hook Fito in the stomach, forcing the smaller but stronger Pokémon to step back and score a hard jab the Heliolisk in the belly to stop his assault.

The two Pokémon take a very brief breather.

"You hit hard..." André admits.

"You hit better than I expected," Fito replies. "But it won't be enough. You don't hit nearly as hard."

One of André's eyes twitches in annoyance to the comment. He knows it's true, but maybe... maybe... it's time to apply his trump card to destabilize his opponent.

Fito resumes the fight by charging forward and landing a cross punch to André's left cheek... but this proves to be his (temporary) undoing.

Quickly, André channels electricity to his whole body, the Heliolisk's musculature swelling up to levels that the unaware Hawlucha finds shocking. "... what?" It does not help that, wearing clothes made for a smaller body, his increased musculature nearly rips them off.

And then comes an uppercut to his feathered stomach. Fito grunts louder than before, and is stunned enough that he takes two hooks to his midsection, making him groan as his body bends down in pain. A hard jab to the beak makes Fito stagger back, and drop to a knee.

That counts as a knockdown, by the way.

André quickly and subtly stops charging his body, and his muscles go back to normal.

"Ngh..." Fito winces as he takes some heavier breaths. "How... since when... do you hit so hard?"

"Oh, that? I was holding back before," André states a half-truth as he approaches Fito and decides to remove his hoodie, revealing a white muscle shirt that makes a dreadful job at concealing the little humanoid bird Pokémon's muscle tone.

"You did something, I'm sure of it."

André throws the hoodie to a side. "What? Are you going to call me a cheater?" He smirks and goes back to a guard stance.

"No, not a cheater, but you are hiding some special technique, and I'm not going to let you win just because of that."

Fito goes back up, and the two friend boxers stare at each other again.

André waits as the Hawlucha goes back and tries to uppercut him in the chin, but the Heliolisk dodges and lands a cross punch to one of the sides of his gut.

Fito lets out a minor moan, but tanks the hit and lands a hard hook onto André's flat, untoned belly.

André gasps in pain, and then grunts when a jab follows up on the same area.

This time, Fito uppercuts him on the chin, threatening with a knockdown, but André remains standing. Panting, but standing.

Smirking, the Hawlucha approaches slowly, and the Heliolisk knows he'll be taken down if he takes one more hit. Thus, André makes a risky plan.

He'll charge his body as Fito fires his next punch to his stomach, knowing that his heavily heightened muscle mass can tank the hit, and then will strike hard enough that his feathered friend will be downed again.

André lowers his guard.

Fito is very confused, and assumes there must be some sort of trap... but if the trap is related to that strange technique André used before, he'll take the bait. He wants to know. He winds up his fist...

... and when he launches it towards André's gut, the latter quickly electrifies his muscles to gain a lot of strength and resilience. He throws his fist against Fito's face as well...

... and the one who ends up on the mat is the Heliolisk. To his shock, despite the massive temporary increase in muscle mass, Fito is strong enough to still cause noticeable damage. Those momentary scaly six-pack abs he gets from charging his body were dug through as if they weren't there.

A pained gasp, and André is back first, clutching his belly in pain, with his body build back to normal, and trying to recover his breath. His fist never connected with Fito's face.

"Okay, now I gotta know," the Hawlucha says, as he goes on to remove André's shoes. "I swear I just saw you suddenly get a bodybuilder-like body."

"Come on... mmmmph... it's... not that muscular..." The Heliolisk replies, heavily panting, as he gets back standing, albeit now barefoot.

"Okay, maybe I exaggerated, but I know for sure that you got a lot of muscle out of nowhere."

André smirks a bit through his current pain. "... let's make a deal. I'll tell you after the fight."

Fito walks away to give him some breather. "Deal."

Knowing his scaly opponent is now winded, Fito begins to strafe circles around André, forcing him to be on his guard all the time thanks to some quick light jabs.

"Come on!" Fito laughs. "Aren't you going to get buff again?"

"No..." André grits his teeth. "It's too taxing if I do it repeatedly."

"And that's all I needed to know!" The Hawlucha replies cheerfully.

This allows Fito to quickly land a hard uppercut on André's stomach.

The Heliolisk spits some saliva as his upper body hunches down in pain, clutching his stomach.

Having lowered his face, the Hawlucha lands one hard cross punch on each cheek, succeeded with a hard uppercut to the chin.

Or at least, that's the combo he'd have wanted, because after the two punches, André quickly lands a hard hook to his stomach. It stuns Fito, allowing André to land at least two more, and then push his feathered opponent away with a jab to the beak.

"I've got it," André murmurs, before electrically charging his musculature to land one very powerful hit on Fito's face.

"AUGH!" That's the loud cry of pain André makes when he finds out that Fito interrupted his offense by landing a hard hook on his temporary toned abs.

This teaches André one very important thing. Charging his muscles can be tiring. Doing physical effort with charged muscles can be very tiring. Getting hit when your muscles are charged takes out A LOT of stamina.

That's the conclusion he reaches when he's back on the mat.

"Damn... nnnnnngh..." André moans in pain as the electricity leaves his muscles.

"You know..." Fito says as he takes André's shorts off, leaving him naked from the lower body. "You should rely less on that."

"I... I know... it's just that... against stronger fighters..."

"Yes, I can see why you use that," Fito feels his belly. "But once the cat's out of the bag..." He throws the boxers to a side as André gets back up, but visibly tired. "It only makes you easier to take down."

"It's one of the reasons I want to make my body tougher..."

"I'm sure you can reach a point you will always look like you're charged up. You'll be one hunky lizard when that happens." Fito giggles and blushes a bit.

André blushes a bit. He hopes his inner parts don't put him on an uncomfortable position during the fight.

The Heliolisk knows he can't be on the defensive anymore. He will be quickly too exhausted to continue if he continues taking hits.

"The best defense is a good offense," they say. And he will try that.

He goes after the Hawlucha.

André's strikes are a bit slower, allowing Fito to block them with ease, and letting him counter-attack with some jabs to the face and especially the gut to continue wearing André down.

That is, until André scores a hard cross punch to Fito's right cheek, allowing him to batter the better-standing fighter with more jabs and hooks to that feathered, mask-like face. Eventually Fito recovers and blocks the hits.

This is exactly what André wanted. The Hawlucha must be a type of Pokémon that trips on the same stone twice, because he exposes his belly again, allowing the Heliolisk to hammer it with hooks and cross punches.

This forces Fito to step back and take a breath. "You know... it's a good thing you're weak, because you know how to place a good hit." He says, then lets out a light moan of pain.

That's all the breather he gets, because André charges back and, to avoid being too predictable, this time he does exchange targeting Fito's face or gut.

This allows the Hawlucha to take back the control of the fight, because with some few more counter-attacks, he forces André to step back and clutch his abdomen in pain.

"Ngh... mmmph... gah..." André is only standing by sheer force of determination.

Fito drops his guard. "If you want to give up and skip to part two of our afternoon of action, just say it!"

André growls lowly and goes back to attack. A sort-of-pincer attack, trying to punch both sides of Fito's face at once fails. The Hawlucha blocks both fists with his arms, then quickly lands a one-two of jabs on André's flat belly.

André bends down and moans a bit in pain, before quickly charging up his muscles and uppercutting Fito hard on his feathered abs first, and then on his chin to send him back-first to the mat.

It was so fast Fito only realizes when he's down. "Damn... you know... it's a good thing you're weak," the Hawlucha echoes as André begins to remove Fito's muscle shirt, revealing his feathered torso. "Because... if you could hit this way all the time, you'd be very tough to beat..."

André takes a deep breath before 'uncharging' his muscles, throwing the shirt away and giving Fito some distance. "Which is why I want to toughen up to the point I'm always like that."

"By the way..." Fito says as he gets up, letting out a grunt in the process. "Are you that desperate to see my lovely torso that you took off my upper body clothes first?" He flexes to show off.

André blushes a bit... and has a tingly feeling underneath. "O-of course not! And at least I'm not so desperate to leave my opponent's crotch exposed!"

Fito smirks. "I have a strategy behind that..."

By this point the two fighters are very exhausted, and might find themselves back in the mats again in just a few hits.

Both André and Fito stay on the defensive, not risking taking too many punches.

The two keep some distance, trying their best in throwing some jabs that don't leave them too exposed.

Some hits still land, but it's just a bunch of light hits that make them grunt or groan a bit... nothing significant.

Their bellies were very worn down by previous attacks. Their fists find very little resistance when they collide with their opponent's stomach.

André is the first to take a risk with a hook to Fito's face. The Hawlucha blocks it, and does the same when the Heliolisk tries to attack his other side with his other fist.

Fito, after all, is faster and his stamina isn't as depleted. This allows him to counterattack with a few jabs on André's scaly gut, making André arch down in pain, but somehow manages to endure it and, while still being punched, slugs Fito's feathered abs with hook of his own.

This stops the Hawlucha's offensive, and leaves him open for a few more strikes on his stomach. However, and since André didn't electrically charge his muscles, these hits come off as rather weak. Fito feels them all, and they do hurt in his current state... but not too much.

He takes it well enough to quickly reply with a hard hook on André's gut, a hard jab to the snout when the Heliolisk bends down in pain, and another hook to the stomach. A painful combination but, since André didn't electrically charge his muscles, he remains standing even if heavily damaged.

André is shaking a bit, panting, and with a weird feeling between his legs.

Fito sprints towards the Heliolisk, but he eats a jab to his beak. "Ow..." He moans slightly.

The moan turns into a cry of pain when it's followed by a hook to the stomach.

Finding himself confident about this combination, André pumps his muscles with electricity, and aims for another hard uppercut to that feathered midsection.

And he succeeds! The Hawlucha lets out a deep groan of pain...

... which goes along André whining out because Fito also uppercutted him in the gut. And since he was in a hulked up state, André feels a lot more drained by the hit than Fito is.

And mind you, Fito struggled in staying standing for a moment, but ends up remaining on his feet.

The Heliolisk, on the other hand, falls back-first on the mat, and curls his body as he clutches his belly in pain. He's writhing in what might be agony, his now uncharged torso muscles expanding and compressing heavily as he looks for air.

Fito takes a few seconds to catch his breath before approaching André. "Now... let's take your hoodie out and-" He turns André so he lays back-first on the mat and he's surprised by something meaty poking out of his cloaca. It's not particularly long or girthy for his size, but hey. "Oh my, you really are enjoying it, huh?"

"Mmmmmngh... eat a dick..." André, blushing, snarls back as Fito takes his hands away from his midsection and removes his hoodie, leaving the Heliolisk with a grey muscle shirt that barely fits him.

"Eh, I don't know... I'll consider having you do that..." Fito throws the hoodie away and gives André some distance. "Just make sure to endure past the point I knock you down again, okay?"

Fito is teasing André, and he knows it. He grits his teeth. "Of course, your mouth will experience my rod fully."

André gets up and catches more of his breath, while Fito... waits.

In fact, he makes a hand gesture to goad him to go on the offensive, knowing he's tired, sluggish and very vulnerable right now.

"What?" André asks, very exhausted. "Aren't you going to attack?"

"And what about you, scaly boy?" Fito replies, also sounding quite tired, but nowhere near as much. "Are you scared to approach me?"

The Hawlucha even drops his guard and makes some flexing poses, annoying his friend... and giving him some funny feelings in his member.

Too embarrassed to accept this, the Heliolisk takes the bait and charges towards the flexing Fito, who was taken by surprise and only barely makes a double-handed block on the attempt on his beak.

This leaves his belly open to a hard hook, making him let out a moan of pain.

Fito eventually recovers and slugs André in his upper untoned abs, digging his fist as deep as he can, making the Heliolisk let out very weak gasps of pain... until his body unceremoniously drops face-first on the mat.

André has lost, and lets Fito remove the muscle shirt to leave his scaly body fully naked. The Hawlucha then turns his body around.

"Good fight..." Fito comments. "I bet if I were one of your kind, I'd have lost."

"Heh... thanks..." André comments in-between very heavy breaths. Then he noticed something. "Hey... your boxers... I see a... tent?"

"Oh, this?" Fito points in-between his legs. "Well, what can I say? You made me get hard." The Hawlucha starts to take off his boots. "Maybe it's your secret ability to turn buff, maybe it's your little meaty friend showing against me that made me want to reciprocate... or maybe it's the thrill of a fight with a good close friend that made me horny." And now he takes off his boxers, showing his own cock poking out of his cloaca. It's around the same size as André's... which makes it comparatively bigger due to Fito being 20 centimetres shorter.

André groans a bit as Fito helps him stay up. It's not easy, though. He feels his legs are shaking. "I... never thought I'd see you like this."

"At first, neither did I..." Fito says as he runs a hand over André's pecs. "But I guess our closeness led us to this moment. So why not enjoy it?"

That's the moment when André feels that Fito landed another hard punch on his gut, making him drop to his knees. "UUUUMPH!" He moans loudly. "Why did you do that!?"

Fito grabs André's face and they have beak-to-snout contact. "When you kneel, we're at around the same height."

"... oh..." André blushes.

"And that allows us to do this..." The Hawlucha says, hugs the Heliolisk, and the two begin to kiss.

They kiss while their hands run through each other's back and sides, and as their cocks rub against each other.

The two boxing friends moan in pleasure, feeling their dicks throb and twitch as they experience intense feelings over the act.

And André thinks the best thing to do in this case is to give a few more feelings... namely, by sucker-punching Fito on one side of his stomach.

Not even breaking from the kiss or the hug, the Hawlucha lets out a muffled moan of pain, followed by a giggle and returning the favour by hitting André on his own belly.

The two begin to exchange punches on each other as they grunt and moan from the strikes, as they kiss and their cocks frot.

Naturally, this won't last long as all the combined feelings plus their initial arousal means their cocks shoot out sticky cum onto each other's torsos, drenching their bodies with their opponent's seed.

André collapses, back-first, on the mat, and Fito collapses as well, but on top of his larger, scaly partner.

"Oh, André..." Fito says as he crawls closer to André's face. "... had I known this was going to be so good..."

"... 'I'd have asked you sooner', right?" André completes the Hawlucha's thoughts. "Oh, yes, I'd have agreed entirely. And giving a beating while having sex... you know, I have to try that with my boyfriend."

First time Fito hears that piece of information. "Wait, boyfriend?"

"... oh, yeah, but don't worry, we're on an open relationship. As long as we spend most of the time together, he doesn't mind. He's... a Toxtricity. One heck of a masochistic Toxtricity, mind you."

"A masochist?"

"Yeah. We complement each other well... I like to beat larger, stronger guys... and he's a larger, stronger guy that likes to be beaten..."

"Oh, it must be so fun..." Fito giggles as he gropes André's pecs, making him moan a bit.

"I bet that, if I tell him what happened today, he'll demand me to have you beat him. In fact, we agreed to consider introducing the hot guys we meet to each other to have some good lewd fun with them."

"Heh, if your Toxtricity boyfriend asks me to beat him up, I'll consider it..."

The two remain this way, with Fito laying on top of André for a few minutes, caressing each other's body but otherwise not talking much. Just enjoying each other's physique.

That is, until...

"So, is your second cock ready?" Fito asks André.

"Wait, what?"

"I may not be able to provide a second cock of my own, but I want to meet yours..."

"Oh, well... if you insist..." André takes on a sitting position as Fito stands in front of him. "Go ahead, make me hard."

Fito is about to put his hands on André's body when he has an idea. "Hey, buddy... what if you make yourself buff again? Or are you too tired to do it?"

André shakes his head. "Oh, no, I'm never too tired to pump my muscles with electricity." He raises a claw to make an explanation. "You see, what makes me tired is not bulking up my body, but making them undergo any kind of effort in that state. Becoming muscled does not tire me, it's doing things, or being done things, while muscled what does."

Fito rubs his hands in excitement. "Then show me the beefiest Heliolisk to ever exist."

And there it goes. André takes a deep breath and charges his muscles for one last time in this encounter.

The Hawlucha stares in amazement as the Heliolisk's muscles swell up. The pectorals get thicker, the arms actually show real muscle, and the untoned belly suddenly displays a very respectable six-pack. André's thick legs also become even thicker and harder, and so has his neck, for that matter.

"Oh my goodness! This is amazing!" Fito gives André's pecs a good grope or two, only to find them significantly harder to budge. "You look incredibly hot in this state, buddy..." He hugs André.

André closes his eyes, smirks, and simply lets out a low moan of satisfaction. He doesn't move. He's pretty much just a living muscled frilled lizard statue right now.

"Oooooh you feel so hard to the touch right now..." Fito breaks the hug and starts giving several muscle groups some really nice-feeling fondles. "Firm pecs that feel like rocks, an actual six-pack, thicker arms... legs that could probably knock a lot of guys out if you tried kickboxing..."

André can't deny that feeling Fito's smaller claws run over and dig into his scaly body feels pleasuring. Arousing. He's blushing.

"Have you ALWAYS looked this buff when charging up?"

André finds that to be a good question. "Not always. You see, before I started training I didn't hulk up this much."

"Does that mean that..." Fito puts himself in front of André. "... if you build more muscle, your electrically charged body will look even more buff?" He pats André's abs, making him let out a moan... but of pain. "Whoops. Sorry."

"Ngh..." The Heliolisk winces a bit. "... yeah, it would get even more muscular than it is right now."

"Ooooooh..." Fito shivers in excitement. "Please, André, keep training, keep training... I want to see your limits..." Suddenly, The Hawlucha runs his tongue from the lower half of André's abdomen to the upper part of his pecs.

That makes the Heliolisk gasp from the pleasure that made him feel. Fito's mission is a success, and André's second hemipenis is now flashing in front of him.

"Too bad these don't get bigger." Fito comments, not trying to offend his friend.

"I have no idea if they can." André states with honesty.

Fito does not immediately go for the cock, though. He walks behind André and wraps his arms around that yellow scaly body, running his hands over the Heliolisk's torso.

"Mmmmmph... it feels so good..." Fito moans lowly, pressing his chest and abs on André's back. "If only you were like this all the time..."

André can't avoid arching up a bit and letting out some winces and groans, for while Fito's fondling might be a little rough, he cannot prevent giving vocal displays that he likes his touch.

"That's... uumph... why I want to keep training... I told you to... nnnngh..."

Fito is too absorbed into the good feelings he's gettings that he makes some squeezes that hurt André, and get him more tired.

Eventually, he goes back in front of the Heliolisk.

"Anyways... after revealing so many secrets to me... I think you deserve a good reward." The Hawlucha says as he begins to pump André's everted second member.

André lets out some grunts and moans of pleasure as Fito uses his free hand to continue caressing that momentary muscled scaly body his friend has. His pecs and abs are being given special treatment.

He gasps as his hemipenis throbs from all the continued pleasure, loving how the Hawlucha's claws run all over his dick and how he continues to admire his charged up body.

This eventually becomes too much, and some ropes of cum are shot, that end up on Fito's feathered torso.

During the process, André cannot keep his body charged up any longer, and collapses onto the mat, making the rest of his seed drop on his belly and chest. He's panting heavily.

"Hah... heh... I... cannot... move..."

Fito drops into all fours and crawls next to André, resting back-first on the mat alongside his scaly friend. "Damn that felt great... next time... we should do this when you're not tired. What... do you say?"

"Deal..."

Fito lies sideways and hugs André. The two fighters remain this way for several minutes, until they get up and begin to clean themselves and the room as well.