Sparring
"Enough!"
Sensei Tohru's voice rang out just before Ruka's fist collided with the boy's already broken, now bleeding nose again. Ruka dropped the boy where she stood and straightened. Still looming over him she sarcastically bowed to him, then her Sensei before stomping away with a simpering smile on her face. Two of the adult students rushed to the injured boy's side and began to help him up. Tohru sighed, watching as they administered first aid. The other younger students whispered in fear as the small strawberry-blonde girl swaggered past them to the showers. Even those almost double her age kept their distance. Ever since enrolling at his Dojo, Ruka had caused nothing but trouble for Tohru and his students. Many had dropped out because of her, and those that remained would constantly get into fights with her. Today saw a sparring session turn violent when Ruka gained the upper hand.
"That's enough for today, everyone. Same time next week." he said, silencing their murmurs. The boy was dragged away, taken to the dojo's resident medic Comfey. As they dispersed, one of the older students remained.
"You really should do something about her before we get into legal trouble. Anywhere else would have kicked her out by now."
"I'm aware, Cole. But this dojo has not once given up on a student in over fifty years. I can't just let that happen now." That much was true, but beside that point was the fact that Ruka was his daughter too. A fact the two of them refused to share.
The young man - Cole - flapped his arms exasperatedly. "But she's impossible! She does this every week. Last time she knocked out four of Macie's teeth. She still has a black eye. Months ago she broke Finley's arm in two places! And now she broke that kid's nose. Maybe a rib, too from the looks of it! When will you put your foot down?" Tohru pinched the wrinkled bridge of his nose. The answer, he couldn't say. It was true that Ruka had long since overstepped the line, and no matter how much he valued his family dojo's legacy, he knew he had an obligation to protect his students. This couldn't continue.
"You show great promise in your ability, Ruka, but you lack restraint and discipline." Tohru said, a stern look on his face. Ruka sat unflinching before him, a look of defiance on hers. They sat cross-legged opposite one another. "You're not invincible."
"Then why do I always win?" she retorted, folding her arms. "I shouldn't have to pull my punches."
"From now on, you are no longer allowed to spar with the other students. You will sit out."
"What?!" Ruka stood and threw her arms to her side in rage. "Then who am I supposed to fight?! You?" Tohru smiled.
"Not me. From now on, your sparring partner is Machamp." He replied, and held up a Great Ball. "I'm sure he'll be a better match for your ability. Don't you agree?" Tohru stood, towering above the girl and released the Superpower Pokémon. "In fact, tonight you'll have your own personal sparring session with him. You can go when he tires."
"You can't keep me here!"
"I can't. But he can. You don't have anywhere to be and neither does he. And I'm sure you're eager to continue what you started earlier. Machamp has the added benefit of having no nose to break, so you don't need to hold back."
Machamp grinned.
"This is stupid!" Ruka growled.
"But you said it yourself; you always win." Tohru turned to leave. "Goodnight Ruka. I'll see you in the morning"
The older Machamp had been a ruthless fighter back in his heyday along with Tohru, but now he helped train martial arts to children in the family dojo. With a towering physique and incredible strength Tohru knew there was nothing Ruka could do to his trusted partner. This was her punishment for today - a losing battle against an invincible opponent.
It wasn't seconds after he locked the door and continued to leave when he heard the sounds of a scuffle from inside. Part of him felt bad for doing this to his daughter. Only part of him, though.
Ruka threw the first punch which was effortlessly swatted it away. She tried again, but whiffed it this time, stopping inches from his face. Machamp returned with a quick open palm to her shoulder. Ruka stumbled back, looking downward expecting a sweep now she was off kilter, but instead was met with another open palm, this time to her other shoulder. Ruka buckled, falling flat on her back with a grunt.
Machamp chuckled, then dusted off his hands and flexed. Ruka huffed and shook her head. She pushed herself to her feet and moved back into range with the Pokémon, immediately taking swings. Her Karate form faltered for a moment before returning back to the more structured forward punches she practised. Machamp let himself be struck by the latter punches, trying to reward Ruka for using what she had been taught, but the blows simply bounced off his powerful abs. In return he grabbed her hands with two of his own and held her still, keeping his other two on his hips in a boastful display.
Ruka grunted as she tried to pull her hands free, and when she found no purchase used them instead to pull herself higher and tried to kick at him. Machamp could have easily stopped her with his second pair of arms but instead threw her backwards before the kicks could connect. She tried to land on her feet, but stumbled and rolled onto her back. The girl growled, returning to her feet and dashed forward while throwing wild haymakers. Caught momentarily off guard, one missed Machamp's chest, while another hit him in the side with just enough force that he lurched forward enough so that a third clocked him in the mouth. Machamp wheeled back in surprise.
In his age, the old Pokémon had become much more reserved. His patience had grown and he valued showing a gentler side he never had in his youth. But now, Ruka's wild, thoughtless onslaught was continually eroding away at him, and he was starting to lose his cool. With a grunt of annoyance, Machamp quickly swept the girl off her feet with a blinding speed and delivered a strong palm to her unguarded gut, sending her back five feet away before even hitting the ground. She landed in a heap, clutching her stomach and groaning, winded. She rolled onto her knees and forced herself to stand. Machamp took a breath, then returned to a more meditative posture.
Ruka's eyes were wet with frustration and now a bit of pain. She didn't mind that bit as much, really. This much was to be expected, but the sense of embarrassment stung just a tad too much. Surely she could at least hold her own longer than this . Completely forgetting her training, Ruka wailed as she went for her opponent again.
Machamp simply held out a hand and caught her head, holding her away. She swung, but her arms much shorter than his did little than swat at the air between them. With a cry of anger, she grabbed his wrist with both hands and pulled him to her mouth, biting down on the flesh of his palm. Machamp yelped, ripping his arm away but she held on, quickly wrapping her legs around his forearm and digging her fingernails into his wrist.
One huge blue-grey hand delivered a powerful karate chop to her back, then another grabbed her head to pull her back far enough that the third could wedge itself between them. Though Ruka was determined, the Pokémon's great strength was able to pry her off. She struggled in his grip, kicking her legs while both her hands were restrained by just one of his. She screamed as she flailed, eventually Machamp grabbed her legs and held them apart, leaving only one of his arms free while she was fully immobilised.
Ruka struggled in Machamp's grip, wriggling a foot free which she used to deliver a kick to his jaw. Machamp grunted but ignored the flailing limb. In a flare of impatience the Superpower Pokémon grabbed Ruka by the throat, his entire grey fist wrapping around the whole of her neck. Ruka stiffened, then struggled again. Another kick, this one aimed at the Pokémon's chin, but it missed and in response his grip tightened. Machamp growled in warning, his smile gone.
When the feisty little girl spat at him, she was rewarded with a swift punch to the gut - the first one the Pokémon threw. Of course, Machamp were known for their truly incredible strength - no human could match them - so even though he pulled his punch to barely a fraction of his power the shock rattled her to the core.
Ruka pissed herself, the white of her gi turning gold.
He felt bad for a moment; Had he gone too far? She tried desperately to suck in breath through gritted teeth, tears of pain and humiliation welling in her eyes. But when she tried to kick at him again he didn't feel so bad anymore.
With a free hand and a deftness that surprised even himself, Machamp pulled Ruka's green belt from her waist. Letting her gi fall open. Keeping his grip around her neck, he let go of her hands only for a moment to pull the clothing from her torso, then forced her hands together and tied them with the belt behind her back. Ruka took ragged breaths, her now exposed flat chest heaved as she did, tiny pink nipples stood erect.
"Le…t me g-go…" she choked out. Her face was flushed and red, as was her chest. Machamp tugged her soiled garments off her legs. He would wash them once his opponent had settled down. When he tried to remove her panties too, she shrieked and swung her legs again wildly.
With a bark of annoyance, Machamp slammed Ruka to the mat. Two more hands pressed her body down and she wheezed in response. When he quickly stripped the underwear from her, he was dumbstruck to see it wasn't just urine that had wetted them.
The girl coughed, her eyes squeezed shut. Machamp studied her small face carefully. Her lip trembled in a grimace but her cheeks were flushed red. Machamp could feel a sudden shift in his shorts as a moment of cognizance washed over him. His grip laxed in a second of stupefaction, affording the pinned girl an opportunity to break free. She flipped onto her front, worming away in desperation. Machamp watched her bare ass wiggle hypnotically, a string of arousal clinging to her inner thighs.
Using the wall to awkwardly get to her feet again, Ruka rushed at the stunned opponent, throwing all her weight into him like a Double-Edge. The creature barely flinched. When she went to headbutt him, Machamp restrained her again, this time in a bear hug. It was different now, Machamp was hyperly aware of every small action her nude body made.
There was a moment of quiet as they both caught their breath. Crushed against his body, Ruka bit her lip, her glittering, teary amber eyes met his. With a smug and trembling grin she stuttered out; "Is… that the b-best you… can do?" He was only faintly conscious of a slimy wetness on his abs, right where the cleft of her thighs rubbed against.
A primal switch was flipped. Machamp's blood boiled with battlelust and a libido long forgotten. A swelling in his loins allowed his member to slip free of his briefs. It grew, bigger and bigger as the monster tried and failed to regain composure. Ruka's heart stammered in her chest when she saw him full and minacious, her lips peeling back over a nervous grin.
Machamp's many hands grabbed at the girl's little body now; one coiled around her neck as it had done before. One grabbed her hips, its incredible size fitting halfway around her pelvis. Another gripped her restrained arms like a handlebar. The last hand gripped a fistful of her soft strawberry-blonde hair. She grunted at the pain in her scalp, the sound strangled from the hand firmly gripping her throat. Machamp had taken complete control of every part of her body except her weakly flailing legs.
Ruka's eyes remained trained on the incredible erection below her as it pulsed menacingly. Her captor moved the tiny girl closer, her thrashing feet found a perch on his thighs. Her exposed pussy hovered over the penis below and a drip of her wetness landed directly on its tip. Machamp dragged her closer, legs trembling while she tried to keep herself away. Her defiance earned a squeeze on her neck and she grunted a choked moan, her legs wobbling even more and beginning to buckle. Despite her efforts her tiny pussy inched closer and closer to the throbbing, veiny blue cock.
After what felt like minutes, the strained red tip of Machamp's helmet met the shamefully wet opening of Ruka's cunt. She gasped, tears streaking from her eyes. Her heart hammered in her underdeveloped chest and a feeling of intense fear and palpable excitement bubbled in her belly. Ruka's felt a tightness in her bosom when Machamp leered at her with a wicked grin.
"... ah." she gasped. A sudden jerk downwards pulled Ruka's hips to his. Machamp's pulsing member disappeared entirely into her, her pussy stretched to its limit around him. A perverse bulge pushed out her tummy well past her navel. Her toes curled, her legs spasmed, her eyes rolled up and drool flung from her mouth with a breathy grunt as the air was knocked from her lungs. A spray of girlcum pathetically splattered against Machamp's pelvis as the tiny girl orgasmed for the first time.
Machamp enjoyed the sensation of the tiny fuckhole quivering around him for a moment, and before she could even finish cumming, he pulled her up and slammed her back onto him, knocking another grunt from her. Her tiny ass smacked against his heavy balls. Ruka's tongue was hanging from her mouth now and her drool dribbled over his fist. Her face was a deep shade of red, an asphyxiated blush across her cheeks. He loosened his grip on her neck, then with the hand that had gripped her hair, he delivered a backhand that sent a jolt of startling pain into her. Ruka took in a sharp breath, the strike causing her to see stars that snapped her from the brink of unconsciousness. Her breast filled with air again for the first time in what felt to her like hours, her tiny chest heaved while she gasped as many breaths as she could.
"Aah! Oh… hah, guh!" she spluttered, still processing her orgasm. Machamp suddenly mashed the thumb on her pelvis into her clit, sending another jolt into Ruka. Her voice cracked and she shrieked at the violent stimulation. She fidgeted in his grip, but the hand around her throat tightened suddenly again and the other grabbed her waist and pulled her down again, not allowing her to escape the onslaught on her tiny button. Machamp began to fuck her into him, using her like a gasping, wriggling fleshlight. His arms constantly moved around her body, groping her flat breasts and pert buttocks, pulling her hair or finding new leverages on her frame, all except for the one hand that remained around her neck.
Ruka yowled through gritted teeth as Machamp pulled another painful orgasm from her. Her juices dripped from both of their thighs. Machamp could feel his own orgasm building. He began to thrust forward with every time he fucked the girl onto his cock, kissing her delicate cervix with his cockhead. His muscles tensed, squeezing the girl's body against his. The Pokémon growled with one more thrust, hilting the entirety of his swollen dick into Ruka's slick little pussy. Machamp came, his thick semen filling her tiny womb in one spurt, the bulge in her belly pulsing and swelling. Ruka gurgled wordlessly, helplessly cumming on his shaft. She couldn't move or breathe, only intensifying her third orgasm.
Machamp periodically moved the girl up an inch and back down again, causing her convulsing pussy and wringing cervix to suckle on his tip. After riding out his own climax, he ripped her away and dropped her to the ground, landing face first with her ass in the air. His dick retracted from her with a pop, the creamy ejaculate that had been so responsibly deposited inside immediately dribbled from her and splattered to the mat below. The poor girl wheezed labored breaths. Her body continued to tremble and spasm, her cunny gradually returning to its original diminutive size. Machamp wiped the sweat from his brow. There was a slight moment of clarity that was overtaken once more by desire when his attention turned to the tiny little rump in the air. Her pussy continued to ooze his seed, but just above it her tiny winking butthole caught his attention. Machamp licked his yellow lips and strode forward, his still very hard 'Monhood bouncing as he walked.
On the verge of unconsciousness, Ruka didn't register Machamp dropping to one knee behind her and lining his now slimy cock up to her backdoor. The persistent prodding at the ring of muscle began to rouse her but as soon as she began to react Machamp's four incredible arms were on her; one pair pulled her into a chokehold, the other pair held her steady by the shoulders. Machamp dropped his weight, forcing himself deep into Ruka's behind with gravity's help, slamming her hips into the ground. She felt her belly grinded into the mat below, her sensitive spots roughly stimulated through her vagina's back wall. It was like her womb was smushed from behind. Without even giving the poor girl a moment to acclimate to the incredible rear intrusion, he began to thrust with the same power and speed he had plowed her cunt.
Ruka wheezed out a cry, but each domineering thrust knocked the wind from her. Her eyes rolled up in her head. She could scarcely make out Machamp's leering grin looming over her. The Pokémon's bicep flexed, tightening the chokehold and causing her cunt to squeeze too. Each hammering stroke that assaulted her insides dragged her closer and closer to another uncomfortable orgasm.
"...i'm… gumm..inf…" she groaned, her tiny voice strangled. Then she helplessly shuddered under him. Her girlcum messily splattered over the mat and Machamp's balls while he continued to piston fiercely into her. Ruka's vision continued to fade, but just before she lost consciousness, Machamp released his grip. Ruka gasped, coughed and spluttered, then shuddered again as she soberly registered the sensation of fullness in her belly. "I… I'll kill y-!" she began, but a huge grey hand grabbed a fistful of her matted hair and shoved her face down. Her tiny fingers futilely clawed at nothing from their awkward position behind her, and her screams were barely muffled by the floor. Then a sharp yank of her hair jerked her head back, exposing her bruised neck and lifting her upper torso from the ground just enough that each violent thrust into her backside made her little breasts jiggle despite their lacking size.
Still not done and wanting to relish his victory a little longer, the Superpower Pokémon withdrew from the little girl's ass and flipped her over onto her back. She trembled in both fear and expectation while she waited for Machamp's next move. Tears, sweat and fuckslime dripped from her, staining the mat further. Her face and neck were red from her screaming and crying and certainly from the rough-handling. With menacing slowness, the Pokémon laid his enormous erection against the girl's belly and shifted forward so her sopping wet vulva lapped at his balls. Ruka found herself staring down the barrel of his monstrous tool. Its length stopped just below the visible arch of her ribs and completely eclipsed her navel. She swallowed, bit her trembling lip and gave a quivering smirk.
"D-do… your w-worst…" she goaded.
Machamp smiled at her challenge. Once again his hands were on her, pinning the tiny prize down for his dick to spear through her cunt one more time. He yanked a fistful of her soft hair with one hand and choked her tiny neck with two more. Then, finally, he slammed his weight down on her, pushing his cock into her undersized pussy that earnestly stretched around his throbbing size. Pinned into a mating press, her tiny feet flexed and pointed around his hips. The vulgar shape of Machamp's penis had speared through the little girl's cervix and the tight ring of muscle clamped down around his shaft, locking his cockhead inside her most intimate parts. Ruka's body throbbed with another climax, her suckling cervix dutifully milked the cock that was in the process of rearranging her womb.
Despite the excessive lubrication, Machamp allowed himself a moment to marvel at the constricting, oppressive tightness of Ruka's now well-used body before he fucked her with force more carnal than he had until this point, hammering into her delicate womb on every stroke. His powerful hands flexed, squeezing her neck under his relentless grip so her asphyxiated brain could barely comprehend the incredible orgasm that would not end. Each time he pulled back, more of her cum would sputter onto his shaft helping to keep the impossibly large tool well lubricated and able to fit into her miniscule opening.
"... guh…. mming…a'gin…" she groaned through clenched teeth, trying desperately to scream through the unrelenting, gut-crushing orgasm she was having but it came out as a suffocated whimper instead. Her hips bucked and wiggled spasmodically, brutally mashing her abused g-spot against his fat, pulsing shaft. Every part of her was twitching like her brain was frying. At last, Machamp was nearing his end, the erratic squeezing around his member was the most intense yet. Redoubling his efforts, he used the little girl's helpless body to ride out his own climax.
Hilting himself deeper than he had been so far, the great Pokémon sprayed Ruka's battered uterus with his first shot of cum. The overstuffed tightness of her lady parts couldn't possibly accept any more, forcefully expelling the could've-been Machops past the pulsating base of his dick until it sputtered down her thighs and ass onto the mat. Machamp didn't move, simply enjoying the feeling of the fuckdoll's quivering cunt.
When he was finally done, Ruka was teetering on the precipice of passing out, her eyes so rolled up into her head that only the whites were visible. The Pokémon relented his great grip. A rush of air filled her lungs like water and she spluttered back to life only to be hit with a wave of exhaustion and flop back down again. She heaved breaths, looking at Machamp through watery, heavy lidded-eyes. Her body was mottled with unmistakable bruises, particularly a telling ring around her neck, and tearstained streaks down her face.
Gripping the base of his cock, Machamp calmly wiped the slime from it over Ruka's exposed belly and hairless, fleshy pubis until it was comfortably dry enough to slip back into his shorts. Then he gently lifted her and untied her wrists. She dangled like a ragdoll in his strong arms, the fight firmly fucked out of her. She showed no resistance when Machamp took her to the showers to wash the various drying fluids from her supple skin, nor when he considerately redressed her in a clean gi. The two sat together in a comfortable silence, watching as her previously ruined uniform spun in the washing machine.
As light shone through the windows, there was the sound of familiar keys in the door. Tohru never saw the bruises that decorated his daughter's body, and was never truly aware of Machamp's impromptu methods. He had a hope, at least, that she'd be a little easier to deal with from now on.