"I was tough, and I wanted my pokemon to be tough. Never backing down and going through with it no matter what. That's how I ran things and that's how I wanted my pokemon to do the same... I saw just how tough she was since she was a machop. We trained night and day, sparred any time we got, we both ended up bruised and battered but it gave results, we won lots of matches in the ring. We got laughed at, as if a female fighting type couldn't hold up her own.

In a way it was an insult to me too because I was her trainer so I took personal offense. With my determination she quickly evolved into a machoke... along with a change in her body came a change in her attitude. She felt more confident, she wasn't afraid to throw a punch even at me but at the end of the day as we laid side by side exhausted she knew I was still her trainer and she had the upmost respect for me... maybe too much respect?

Eventually the sparring matches weren't enough after she evolved into a machamp. She was one tough girl and can take on any male machamp without the slightest hint of doubt. She grew this urge after every fight, after ever spar, and after every tussle. Even though we would both be bruised, beaten, sweaty, and musky there was something burning up inside of her. I didn't know what it was but it was making her mind all fuzzy.

It happened by accident really... I never had lewd thoughts of her, and one day during a sparring match I tripped while her hand was around my waist... There I was on the floor exposed to my pokemon. Now some of you might not realize this, but high physical activities, working out, training sessions... it tends to pump blood to muscle... every muscle. The way she stared at me and drooled. Her arms trembled but it wasn't because of physical exhaustion. She whined for the first time in her life, heh, and then she grabbed her wrestling briefs and tugged them down and showed me what was she needed help with.

I dont know what came over me... maybe it was the first time I saw her nude in all her glory, maybe it was the fact we were both pumped, sweaty, musky, thrilled, sore... maybe none of that had anything to do with it. I got up shoved her down and took her then and there. I've been with a girl before but not like this it was... different. It didn't take long before her dominant urges took over never the less, I was the one packing the punches.

And now? Now we have two different kind of "sparring practices" the one where we build muscle, and then the one where we build endurance, and I never slow down, or stop, or take it easy on her, not until she gives me the big one because I know that's what will take to let her come down from the high, it's as if all this time all that training pumped into her veins and got stored there, overheating and pumping through her veins, so every now and then I'd have to drain it."