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"You want to go again, huh? You just don't quit," Jemma scoffed. In spite of the chiding, she was grinning big and toothy. That she was going to accept the rematch was just a formality. The sassy Jolteon found Zavis the python to be one of her favorite sparring partners, because not only was he always good for a fuck, he was a pretty skilled fighter, too.

"I guess I don't," Zavis grinned, "except this time things are gonna go a little bit differently."

"You said the last time," Jemma smiled. "And then I fried your ass anyway."

The python huffed and leaned back in his chair. The remnants of a fast food lunch lay on the table in front of them. The meal was a friendly excuse to invite Jemma to another brawl. "I actually had a different idea for this one. You wanna hear it?"

"Sure, I'm always up for your lame ideas," Jemma said, batting her eyelashes. Zavis kicked her in the shin and she yowled.

Chuckling, Zavis leaned in and rested his elbows on the table. "Okay, it's like this. Instead of beating the tar out of each other," he took a quick, shameful look around, then fixed his dark eyes on the Pokemon, "we screw each other until one of us can't take it anymore."

Jemma blinked, then snickered and shook her head. "Sheesh, you're a horndog."

The snake shrugged. "What do you say?"

"Well, sure," she giggled, "but I'm sure as heck not doing it in the ring. I have some boxing mats at home, we can use the basement."

A few people walked by and Zavis hushed momentarily. When they were out of earshot he grinned wickedly, leaning closer still. In a hiss he said, "You just don't want people to hear you whimper and squeal that it's too much."

Jemma tweaked Zavis' nose. The snake responded with an indignant hiss and a nip on her fingers. "I'll call you this weekend, numbnuts," she smirked. "Thanks for lunch."

True to her word, Jemma invited Zavis over and took him down into the basement. She was dewy with sweat and very hot, and had plainly been exercising. She wasted little time and stripped down, peeling off her beater and letting her tits bounce free. She and Zavis shed their gym shorts at the same time and the snake tugged off his shirt without fanfare.

"Nice jugs, as usual," Zavis cooed.

"Thanks, babe," Jemma said. She smiled thinly. "I got the mats all set up. How do you wanna do this, just kinda--, just go at it, or what?" she laughed.

The snake hummed in consideration, then pressed into the athletic Jolteon. He forced a rough kiss on her and slipped his forked tongue past her thin jowls. Jemma puffed through her nostrils and embraced the python tightly. She found little purchase on his cool hide and stroked over his back instead, making her affection for his taut body apparent enough.

Zavis was undeniably attracted to Jemma but still sour about her last victory over him. He ended the kiss and hooked his leg around hers in the same instant. Her eyes went wide but she saw too late what the python was up to. With a laugh, the python swept her legs out from under her and she landed ass-first on the mat, her crash accompanied by a yelp.

"You asshole!" she snapped, yet she grabbed his semi-hard penis possessively. She engulfed it in her maw for a quick, lewd suck and a tongue lashing to boot.

A grin spread wide across Zavis' face, showing a glimpse of his fangs. His tapering tail swished, sometimes dragging against the mat. "I'll admit to that if you keep sucking on my dick," he said playfully.

Instead of doing as Zavis suggested, Jemma popped her lips off of his cock and gently swatted it, making it wag from side to side. "Fuck me, stupid," she puffed, flopping back on the mat. As soon as her legs started to part, Zavis was between them. He thrust into her cunt with a hiss. Her reply was a groan.

"Fuck you stupid, or were you calling me stupid?" Zavis asked, though he went straight to work either way. The Jolteon huffed but gave no answer and instead pulled him closer, then squeezed around his neck and kissed his lips. The python hissed into her maw and flitted his tongue against hers. That too was arousing to Jemma.

As the lay went on and Zavis kept pounding against the Jolteon, he cupped one of her tits in his cool hand and thumbed the nipple. Jemma cooed, pouting out her breasts. Her snatch tingled with a hint of electric current, but there was only enough of it to tease the snake. She did not make an effort to shock him as she had in their past scuffles.

Before much longer, Zavis murmured that he was nearly there, and Jemma whimpered that she was close too. In line with his challenge, the snake did not ease up when he shot his cold seed deep into her. Jemma shuddered at the feeling of his released. Zavis grimaced and continued to fuck the Pokemon through his orgasm, fighting the pain of his overly sensitive male flesh.

"Oh, fuck me," Jemma blurted, abruptly cumming around the python's persistent cock. Her box throbbed and coated Zavis' cock in honey.

As Jemma's athletic body heaved, Zavis grinned and asked, "You want me to stop?"

"Fuck you, you're just looking for an excuse," Jemma sneered, yet her cunt was too sensitive just as Zavis' cock was. It was plain to see on her face that the pleasure was too much, but she at least fell back into pleasure faster than Zavis did, whom was still wincing when she started to moan again.

With an orgasm so recent in the past, Zavis pounded away at the Jolteon for the better part of forty-five minutes before he started to moan again, and by then he was sweaty and feeling sore. Around the same time, Jemma was yowling and gasping, begging for more and bucking back against him.

"Shit," Zavis bleated. "If you want it so bad, you can ride me for a while."

"Fine by me," Jemma snickered, happily knocking Zavis onto his back. She straddled him like a cowgirl then and started bouncing with everything she had. Her fine tits jiggled in the cool air. Zavis was not at all shy about helping himself to handfuls of them.

Before much longer and with a twisted grimace on his face, Zavis came again. This load was smaller and more watery, and in its wake, the snake looked plainly exhausted.

"Jeez, again? Already?" Jemma teased, grinding her muff down into his lap. "C'mon, you got more in you than that."

"I do not, that's vicious lie," Zavis groaned. "I had a bad idea and I'm admitting it! My dick feels like it's gonna fall off if you keep riding me like that, so cut it out!"

"Nuh-uh, shut up," Jemma giggled, running her paws down his sweaty breast. "I'm having a blast here!"

Zavis shuddered. Enticing though Jemma's box was, he was falling flaccid, and was weirdly content in the thought that that would stop her. What he had forgotten, however, was that Jemma was a Jolteon with the power of a thunderstorm at her beck and call, and she was a fiery bitch who refused to be denied.

The air grew thick with static. Jemma suddenly forced some painfully stimulating voltage through Zavis' loins. The snake yowled. His eyes popped open wide and his cock, electrocuted like so, quickly reached its full length and girth again. "Fuck, that smarts! No fighting dirty!" he moaned.

Jemma outright cackled. The snake grabbed her hips and made the effort to shove her off, but with her greater energy, she smacked his hands away then pinned him down by the shoulders. Upon Zavis' raw cock, Jemma bounced again and again and when the python's penis softened or his grimaces and pleading became too pathetic, she discharged into his crotch once more.

With her powers put into play and her cunt so thoroughly stimulated, Jemma rode the beaten snake proudly. Her tits bounced and her coat was damp with sweat, getting thicker by the minute. Like a wet sponge with an electrode, the moisture only improved the contact, and the next shock left Zavis squealing. Thin wisps of smoke rose from the Jolteon's muff. She tossed back her head and brayed her pleasure.

"Mmm, fuck me, you make an awesome dildo," she laughed, mashing her hips down hard and fast.

"Jemma, please," Zavis plaintively cried. "Is my cock on fire?"

Again the Jolteon let loose a blatantly evil laugh. "Maybe! But as wet as I am, it sure won't stay lit," she reassured, running her paws down his chest. The tips of her fingers crackled noisily, creating invisible static against Zavis' sweaty hide. Even as he writhed and seemed as if he might cry, Jemma rode him.

"You gonna cum for me?" she huffed. "One more time?"

"Blow me!" Zavis grunted. He grabbed Jemma's bouncing boobs and squeezed down on them. The intent was to harm her but she groaned and arched her back. Without warning she discharged into his crotch again.

Zavis shrieked and curled his toes. He bit his lip and squeezed the Jolteon's tits so harshly that the flesh dimpled and bruised. Displaying shades of masochism, Jemma lay her paws over his hands and screamed, "Yeah, squeeze 'em, baby!"

"Oh, oh shit," Zavis whimpered, clenching his eyelids down. He grimaced and squirmed. His tail curled and swatted against the mat. Oversensitive and raw though his penis was, Jemma's pussy was like wet silk and its electric charge smacked of sexual torture.

Letting loose a sudden yowl, the Jolteon came for a second time, squirting her viscous honey down Zavis' cock and onto his smooth loins. The air sizzled from static and the lamp bulb burst, shrouding them in darkness.

Jemma squirmed on Zavis' penis, whimpering and crooning all the while. "Ooh, holy shit," she gasped, leaning down for a smooch which was short-lived and nothing more than a peck, for she suddenly screeched and the full load of her powers discharged into the python's crotch.

Zavis screamed in pain both taken from the electrocution and the sheer tenderness of his penis. Topping it all off, he clenched his teeth and arched his back. Screaming a warbling cry, he shot a pathetic load into Jemma and then fell flat, ultimately panting and smoldering beneath her.

"Sheesh," the Pokemon cooed, sitting pretty on Zavis' hips. By then his cock was limp like cooked spaghetti. "I guess--, I think this is a draw?" she panted.

Exhausted and extremely sore, Zavis tried to smack her breasts but only brushed his hand against one. The flesh was bruised, however, and she hissed from the pain. "I don't know. I think the next time we screw," he shuddered, "I'm gonna have to ground my testicles or something."