[center][b]Workout Cooldown With Chip[/b][/center]

[center]By Kaydrien Iceclaw[/center]



Roland banged through the door, satisfied grin plastered across his face. There was nothing like the burn after a good workout for putting a smile on his muzzle. 

The sole of his foot slapped down onto the tile. The crisp sound echoed slightly off the tiled walls and cheap metal cabinet doors of the locker room, brightly lit from the fluorescent tubes in the ceiling even this late in the evening. Probably brighter than noon outside most days in the recent rainy weather. 

Humming a heavy rock beat softly to himself the fighting-type strode to his own locker. The combination dial squeaked a timid request for oil that was lost on his ears, clicked open to release his belongings. From those he snatched his towel to swab the sweat from his face.

The wiping continued on autopilot down his chest as he turned, polishing the evidence of exertion off his chiseled body while he thought about nothing in particular. This was a nice place to be around now, when everyone else had mostly gone home long since. A quiet little oasis of nobody around where he could re-collect himself after his late-night workout.

It startled him a little to see that he wasn’t alone.

A small form sat on fluffy haunches about five feet away like an island of brown fur on the sea of shiny tile. It twitched backward a body length away from him in a timid reflex, but forced itself to a stop no further than that.

“Hello?” He asked, deep voice seeming to erode through the silence. “Can I help you?”

Roland’s unexpected company was an eevee. The small pokemon’s big eyes were fixed on him, unwavering. It gave no answer to his question for several breaths, while Roland’s swipes finished removing moisture from his chest and moved under his arm, until the machoke just began to think the little furball was paralyzed by shyness.

“You’re really strong.” The declaration was clear. No shaking as the machoke would have expected. The eevee’s short retreat must have been pure spinal-column response instead of genuine fear, an idea supported by their shiny-eyed expression. “And you have really big muscles.”

“Yeah, I guess I am.” Roland nodded, squatting down to reduce the awkward height difference. He still had to look downward by about thirty degrees to make eye contact with the youngster, but it helped.  “What’s you’re name, little guy?”

“I’m Chip!” Was the happy reply. Ice broken, the eevee edged forward back to where they had begun.

“What are you doing here this late, Chip?”

“I came to watch you, mister.” Chip sat back on his haunches. “You’re really strong and handsome looking and I want to be just like you some day.”

Roland chuckled, and extended his arm to pat Chip’s head. The soft headfur was mussed by his touch but Chip beamed at him. “I’m sure you’ll be strong and handsome some day, little guy.”

“Really?”

“Sure, kid.” The machoke assured. Chip’s enthusiasm- the little guy had hopped to his feet, tail wagging rapidly- was infectious. But there was something bugging him. “It’s pretty late though. Are you sure you should be here? Your mom and dad might worry.”

“I’m a big boy.” Chip said, emphasizing with an exasperated sigh. “And this is really close to home. My den is only a little bit away in the woods.”

That maybe explained something. If the little guy’s family lived the wild life, he was probably more self-supervised than anything. Not really any of his business.

“So you just came by to look at me, eh?”

“Yeah! And watch you do your exercises. I came to see for the last three days.” Brightening once more to his subject, the eevee wagged again. “You’re so cool! Doing all sorts of stuff. You lifted those really heavy metal things over and over like it was nothing, and I tried and I couldn’t even move them! Are you sure I’ll have big muscles like you someday, mister?”

The machoke swayed back under the force of this tide of enthusiasm, chuckled. “Just call me Roland.”  

“Okay, mister Roland.” Chip brushed past the point and onward to his real interest. “You’re sure though? I can have big muscles too?”

“If you train hard and work out, I’m sure you’ll have big muscles like me someday.” Roland assured with a smile. With his right arm he reached across his chest and flexed, making his arm bulge with the fruits of a life of bodybuilding. “You want to touch?”

“Yeah!” Chip hopped forward to lay his paws on the proffered bicep, Supporting himself upright on his hind legs. “Woooow…. Your arm is really hard.” 

Roland couldn’t help but soak in the obvious admiration. As a machoke, and something of a stereotype of a machoke at that, the big male was proud of his physique. Having someone else appreciate it too was a pleasure he couldn’t deny. “Thanks, kid.”

With the endless but ever-shifting attention span of the young, Chip dropped down and darted around to the side, lifting one paw to rest on Roland’s thigh and then his left glute. “You’ve got big muscles here too. And here.”

“Yep. I don’t skip leg day. And if you want big muscles you shouldn’t either, since you’ve got four of them.”

“I won’t.” Chip promised fervently. He clambered up onto the squatting fighting-type, belly resting on Roland’s robust thigh. Roland allowed it, leaning back into a sitting position while the pup situated himself to prod at his washboard abs, or at least those that peaked out above his power save belt. “You have a lotta hard muscles there too. Why do you wear this thingie?”

“Helps me keep my posture good, and work on my abdominal muscles.”

“Ohhhhh.” The fascinated eevee pawed at it once, and then his eyes drifted downward. “Hey, mister Roland, what’s happening to your peepee?”

It took a moment for that question to fit into the larger ‘mon’s mind for sorting, and when it did Roland’s surprised twitch nearly dislodged the inquisitive cub from his perch. 

Roland really [i]was[/i] proud of his physique, and being fawned over so obviously had gotten to him more than he realized, because a glance at the bulge between his legs showed that his musculature wasn’t the only hard thing about him.

“It’s, uh, nothing to worry about kid. Just something I gotta take care of later.”

While Roland was talking, Chip took the opportunity to flop forward  between the machoke’s hips, right himself, and turn to face the excited crotch. He once again lifted a paw and before the older pokemon could stop him, touched the straining material of Roland’s power belt to feel. The pressure shifted the growing erection, causing its owner to shudder at the friction.

“You’ve got a big hard muscle there too!” Chip declared happily, kneading at the pulsing stiffness. “You’re really amazing, mister Roland.”

“S-sure.” 

At this point, as a responsible adult pokemon, Roland really should have pushed Chip away and excused himself. Or explained that Chip shouldn’t be touching him there without permission. Or something. Because while he wasn’t sure of the eevee’s exact age, he was pretty certain Chip was still just a kid. 

But he didn’t. For a number of reasons. First, having someone admire his carefully sculpted body was a hard trigger to Roland. Sexually or otherwise, he just liked it. And on that note, he was definitely liking it sexually right now. Eevee was pressing and rubbing at his bulge so tantalizingly right now. Second, there was no one else here, never anyone else here at the 24-hour gym this late in the night. And third, you heard things about how wild pokemon got started early. Maybe something here and now would be normal, even.

He wasn’t going to hurt the little guy though. Roland would never do something like that. 

…And that being the case, as long as he was careful, why not?

“You, uh, want to see that too?”

“Can I?” 

Chip’s bright eyed eagerness melted any remaining resistance Roland could have mustered. 

He reached back to unfasten the belt while Chip’s paws made a tiny impatient stomping, then hooked his thumbs under the waistband to pull it down. As the metal-reinforced waistband pulled down Roland’s erection popped free, followed out of the covering garment by his smooth, tightly packed nutsack. “So… what do you think?”

“It’s big. And it’s standing up. How did you do that? Mine doesn’t do that.” The weight of Chip’s excited gaze sent another thrill through the object of his worshipful attention, making Roland’s rod throb a little more upright. “It moved! Your peepee moved!”

“It’s a grown-up thing. Getting hard I mean. You can look a little closer if you want.”

The eevee scrambled up on and over the power belt where it was stretched between Roland’s knees for a better view. But the garment proved to be unstable footing. The fabric and leather tilted just slightly under Chip’s forepaw and sent him tumbling forward, the fluffy little pokemon flopping in between burly legs, landing against the erection he had been eyeing to press it between himself and abs that could grate cheese.

Roland’s hand jerked forward to help him up. “You okay?”

“I’m okay!” Chip righted himself but didn’t move back, body moving aside slightly so he was leaned directly into Roland’s stomach by the side of the seven-inch erection he immediately set to inspecting. “Did you lose your sheath?.”

Breathing a sigh of relief that the pup wasn’t hurt, the machoke shuffled his power belt off the rest of the way, a motion that batted his hardon against Chip’s chest fluff and gave him erotic shivers. “Not everybody’s got one of those.”

“Okay. You smell funny too.”

“I’m sorry.” Admitted the fighting-type sheepishly. It hadn’t even occurred to him that he was still sweaty as hell from his workout.

“You smell good funny, silly.” Chip sniffed at the sizeable glans delicately, and startled Roland all over again by licking it.

“Ah!” He stiffened (especially in his cock). “Careful!”

“I’m sorry.” Chip leaned back, looking up at his idol worried and apologetic. “I should’a asked if I could touch.”

“T-that’s fine.” Roland said, forcing a smile he hoped was more reassuring than lascivious. “Actually… do you want to do some training with me?”

“Really?” 

“Really.” It was both heartwarming and dick-hardening to see all that excitement flood back. Damn, the kid really did want to be like him. Brawny and powerful. Intoxicating thought, that the kid was so into it. “It’s a secret workout though, all right?”

“Okay!” This time the wagging tail brushed up against Roland’s tight ballsack, forcing him to suppress a groan. “What do I do?”

“You can let me do most of the work. I’ll tell you if you need to do anything.”

Actually fucking Chip was out of the question of course. Roland might have let himself slip a bit beyond civilized standards to get this far, but he didn’t want to split the little guy in two. Nonetheless he had an idea. Lifting the small form- Chip would come up to about his knees when standing- he turned the cub around away from him to inspect the fluffy rear end while he folded his legs to put himself on his knees.

The eevee’s rump was carrying a little bit of baby fat. Well defined buns there. The kid had a long way to go before he was as sculpted as he wanted to be- as sculpted as Roland was- but it was an appealing sight. It’d be a shame to destroy that plumpness, but if Chip worked his glutes diligently… Mmmm.

Regardless, it was a perfect backside for what Roland had planned. The little fellow had a full little nutsack hanging under those. Maybe he’d end up a real stud in a few years. The thought made Roland groan slightly in the back of his throat as he lowered  Chip down between his legs. “Looks like you’ve got a lot of potential, kid.”

Chip giggled as he was nestled between Roland’s folded legs. “Good! I really really really want to be big and strong and handsome. Like you, mister Roland.”

As if his cock needed to be any harder than it was. The praise coaxed a trickle of pre out of his slit all the same as he pressed it up against the cub’s backside. “You [i]really[/i] like how I look, huh?”

“And the other gym guys too, but you’re the coolest.” Chip giggled as he felt the stiff presence press up against his tailbase at the underside, rubbing the inside of his buns. “That feels funny.”

“Bad funny?”

“No, good funny.”

So encouraged, the older pokemon pulled back, savoring the friction of fluffy buns against his shaft, and began hot-dogging the tiny fluffball. “So the other guys look good too, huh. What do you think looks good about them.”

“Well the mee- the min- The white and purple man with the whiskers has really big leg muscles.” Chip confided. “And they go all bulgy when he lifts the big weight. But he also looks girly.”

Garry the mienshao, huh? Well, he was on the feminine side. Kid had good taste in hips. “He does look girly, yeah. What about my legs?”

“Yours are even better, mister.” Chip said. “They’re so big and I can see them move when you do stuff, and you don’t have any fur so I can see.”

He sounded a little dreamy to Roland. Dammit, Chip maybe wasn’t even into puberty yet and already a hardcore muscle-slut. The thought made his hips jerk before he regained control, forcing himself into a rhythm using those fluffy buttcheeks as a toy. Well Roland damn well liked being appreciated and he was going to milk it.

“What do you like to watch me do?”

“Gosh…. Everything. But I really like when you have the big metal weight on your shoulders and you bend down and stand back up and lift it up waaaaay high.” Chip shivered in Roland’s hands. “And- And [i]all[/i] your muscles go at once and it’s so cool. Mister Roland, I’m feeling funny. Good funny I think.”

“Feeling good funny…?” 

On a hunch the machoke paused in his dry humping, moved one hand under Chip’s hip and felt around. He found what he suspected. In between the boy’s hind legs there was a stiff little salute to their situation, a little spire of bare skin popping out of the kid’s sheath.

“Oh man.” That was hot. Chip was having his first woody to being hotdogged by Roland, or maybe to the thought of Roland working out. Roland was doing that to him. It was [i]intoxicating[/i]. The machoke adjusted his grip, each hand taking a grip of the front of a brown-furred haunch. “You must really like my muscles a [i]lot[/i].”

“I really like them!” Affirmed Chip. He was panting, excited to be so close to his hero, and be doing a special training with them, a flavor of excitement new to the young ‘mon. “I want to have a lot of muscles just like you.”

“You’d look good with muscles like mine.” Roland grunted. The praise and hero-worship drove him onward, making him rougher in his thrusting than he should have been. Not that either of them cared right now. “Damn good.”

He carried on like that, but not for long. He couldn’t keep it up for long.

“Chip?”

“M-mister Roland?” The funny-good feeling had strengthened in Chip’s stomach, and spread, a particular spark of it flaring up in his penis when it brushed between the brawny legs of the machoke humping his fluffy butt. “What is it?”

“You’re doing so good. Almost-“ A shuddery groan forced it’s way into the middle of the sentence. “I’m gonna help you get as strong and built as I am.”

Chip’s gasp was pure delight, and reply enough.

“Oh yeah. Just-. Gonna add a little extra- Mmf- testosterone to help you along.”

Roland let himself tumble over the edge into climax. Just as the first spurt of cum erupted from his cock he dropped Chip’s right hip to take hold of his dick. The first spray painted the eevee’s fluffy tail and back, but Roland succeeded in getting his tip pressed hard up to the cub’s tailhole to send the second, third, and fourth jets pouring into Chip’s asshole in a kiss of tip to tailstar.

Chip himself embraced the strange sensation, trusting implicitly in the suggestion that it would help him get as buff and handsome as the machoke inseminating his ass without even penetrating. 

If he were just a little more mature, the joy of it would have turned into his first orgasm on top of his first erection. But it sure as hell felt [i]good[/i] funny.

As much as they both would have liked it, the ‘testosterone injection’ couldn’t last forever. Roland slumped as the last shot of his machoke jizz  poured out over the youngster’s cute little ballsack

“You did good, Chip.”

Chip’s tail wagged, unintentionally teasing Roland’s sensitive cock as the fluff grazed it’s head. “That makes me so happy.”

Roland ruffled Chip’s headfur again, scratching behind the ears and buying himself a little more overstimulation before Chip gained control of his feet and turned to nuzzle him.

“Thanks for doing your special training with me, mister Roland. I want to be strong so bad so thanks for helping.”

“You’re welcome kid.” A wisp of post-nut clarity made him add. “It’s a secret special training though. You shouldn’t tell anyone about it, or do it with anyone else until you’re older.”

“Okay. I won’t tell [i]anyone.[/i] Promise. We can do it again though right?”

“Sure. And other secret trainings too, if you keep ‘em secret.” The thought sent a shiver up his spine.  “And if you really want to get big and strong like me-“ Roland added. “You should do all sorts of other exercise too. Every day.”

“And then I can have big muscles too?”

Damn his eyes were shiny with hope.

“Definitely, if you keep at it long enough.” The machoke thought a little. “Hey, tell you what. I’m going to be gone for a week starting tomorrow. BUT!” He hastened to add to stave off the sad pup eyes. “How about you come in and watch the other guys do their routines. Especially the ones with four legs. Watch how they do stuff really careful, and follow along.”

“Okay!” Chip’s tail motored behind him. “And then when you come back I can show you how good I’m doing!”

“Exactly. And, uh… if you do anything with weights, ask Hale for help. He’s the big arcanine, he’s here most days.”

“But he’s not very muscly.” Chip’s face scrunched up.

“No, he’s really super muscly. He’s just got a lot of fluff.”

“Oh.” Chip gave that some consideration. “Okay. Mister Roland?”

He nodded at the little furball encouragingly.

“I think I wanna be a vaporeon when I grow up. Or a leafeon.” Determination filled the little mon’s voice. “So I won’t have any fluff and you can [i]see[/i] my big muscles.”

Roland’s lungs emptied themselves in spasmodic laughter and he stood, carrying the feral little cub with him toward the showers. “That sounds like a good plan. Now lets go get washed up, and we should both go home and sleep.”

[center]***[/center]

Back from his trip a week later, the first thing Roland did was come back to the gym for his evening workout. And the first thing he saw at the gym was Chip; Bright-eyed and eager, and maybe, just maybe, already a tiny bit bulkier. Hale must have given some dang good pointers.

…Maybe the ‘testosterone injection’ had helped a bit after all.

And around the cute little quadruped’s waist was a piece of bark, roughly shaped and fashioned into Chip’s own power belt.

They got down to their workout immediately after their greetings, the first time of many.



[center]The End[/center]