After Annais stepped down, she and Piers agreed to handle the gym for Marnie since she intended to pursue the title of champion.  They agreed only under one condition- that they could do it together.  It was nothing new for a town to have two gym leaders- Circhester and Stow-On-The-Side had this setup.  However, in lieu of dynamaxing, they proposed their own gimmick, a dual-type gym.  

Leon loved the idea. As an advocate for making Galarian trainers the strongest in the world, he felt a challenge like this was just what the league needed.  Leon’s only worry was that no trainers would make it past Annais, but she assured him that she’d keep her gym team at an appropriate level.  So, it was decided.  The Spikemuth tradition of Dark type would continue, but with Annais bringing her prior experience as an Electric type leader to really shock competitors.  

Despite his best efforts, Leon still couldn’t get approval for Annais to use her Zebstrika.  They weren’t native to Galar and thus they wouldn’t legalize it in the league.  The Xurkitree and Zeraora she had, while legal to compete, were frowned upon as they were not typical Pokémon.  Worst of all, her faithful Toxtricity, Toxin, that had been part of her Cup-winning team was also deemed too high-leveled for gym-use.  Piers softened the blow by managing to surprise her with a shiny Toxel, one with a nature that would evolve to an amped form so her low-key wouldn’t feel replaced.  She was also working on procuring her own Morpeko and an Electrike (both shiny, of course) to train up before the start of the new season.

For simplicity’s sake, they weren’t going to change up the gym uniforms.  Annais was never fond of the old electric uniform, other than the tights that came with it.  They wound up at the gym, going through the boxes of tops and bottoms to see if there was any left for Annais or if something new needed to be ordered.  Marnie had so many challengers that the stock had thinned considerably since the last time an order was placed.  That dark gym tank that Piers signed for Annais on their first meeting was converted to a bed shirt long ago and subsequently worn to death.

“Found some shorts your size,” Piers said, tossing them to the side.

“What about a top?” asked Annais.

“The only ones I’m seeing are huge,” he said.  “Unless you wanna dress, I don’ think they’ll work.”

Annais continued rummaging through the clothes, then began to laugh.

“What’s funny?”

She held up one of the cropped tanks like Marnie wore.  “You don’t think I’m going to have to squeeze into this, am I?”

Wicked thoughts filled Piers’s mind and he began to smirk.  “Y’know… I’ve always wanted to see how well you’d fill one of those out.”

“If you want to see my tits, just say so,” Annais scoffed.

Piers leaned across the box, looking her directly in the eye.  “I wanna see your tits.”  He pointed to the article in her hands.  “In that top.”

“Well,” Annais said, tossing it over to where the shorts had landed.  “I’ll model it for you.”

Piers began to pile the excess clothes back into the box.  “I think we’re done here.  Remind me to get an order in for more tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” Annais asked.

“Something tells me this little modelin’ gig of yours is goin’ to distract me most of the night.”

Piers sat on the edge of the mattress, waiting for Annais to reemerge from the bathroom.  He sat there bouncing his leg in anticipation as if she was going to show up in some kinky lingerie for him.  Upon hearing the turn of the knob, he looked up.  She stepped out, wearing the skimpy gym uniform. They didn’t grab any of the striped leggings, so she was still wearing her fishnets under the shorts.

“Yeah, I don’t know about this,” she laughed she stepped in front of his full-length mirror.  “Not as awful as I was expecting, but I’m not used to being so… exposed.”

“Ann… My girl…”  Piers stood right behind her, staring at her over her shoulder.  “This simply won’t work.”

Annais frowned, scrutinizing herself in the mirror.  But Piers reached around her, snaking his cold fingers beneath the fabric of the tiny sports bra.  He closed the distance between their bodies, pulling her back against his chest.

“I can’t have you out lookin’ like this.  You’re too ravishing,” he whispered in her ear as he began to squeeze the flesh.  “Think of all the kids who come through here… A lot of them are at that impressionable age…  Seeing you like this may awaken something.  Let’s not have them endin’ up like me.”

“I…  What?  Is that what happened to you?” Annais asked.  She always wondered if there was a specific reason why he was so fixated on breasts.  Sure, they were great, she felt the same.  But it was nearly in fetish territory for him.  This new development implied his infatuation started somewhere specific.

“If I tell ya, you won’t be mad?” he said, resting his chin on her shoulder.  “This is the kinda thing I’ve only told my mates.”

Annais shook her head. “Go on.”

“Gordie’s mum,” Piers quietly confessed.  

“Melony?”

Piers nodded.

“Back before there was a set pattern, challengers could do gyms in any order,” he said.  “Hers was closest, so that’s the one I went for.  She’s always been a stunning lady.  No secret you and I both agree she still is today.”

“That’s for sure,” Annais agreed.  Oh, the perks of bisexuality.  Melony was a mutual crush of both of them.

“I’ll admit I had some… uncomfortable nights in the tent waking up after earning that badge.  I hadn’t much thought about things like that until that point, but somethin’ about the way she looked squeezed in that sweater.”  Piers paused to take a deep breath.  “Everythin’ about her looked so soft and feminine…  She was an ideal woman in my eyes.  Not girlish, incredible curves, and she was such a sweetheart to boot.  That may have had a lot to do with it…  Whatever the case, from then on, I always wanted to end up with a real woman like her.”

“Oh, just say you like bigger girls, Nez,” Annais mumbled while blushing.  “Melony… Me…”

“If that’s what you consider yourself, that’s what I’m into, love,” he purred.  “Whatever you call it, I just like having a full-figured beauty to hold an’ warm me up.”  Hands still in her top, he squeezed her and nuzzled his cheek against hers.  “However, my darling… I assure you, the only things ‘big’ about you are your heart and the tits protecting it.  You’re perfect.”

Annais burst into laughter at his statement, causing him to smile and kiss her on the cheek.

For years, she lacked self-confidence about her body.  That was the main reason she hadn’t had many partners before Piers.  She initially worried about how much bigger she had to look beside him.  But he was so obsessed with her, with all of her, he made her feel so sexy and cherished. And she learned even he felt a bit insecure too.

Piers got a lot of shit about being so lanky.  Lucky for him, Annais never had much have a preference for body type.  It was his larger-than-life personality that reeled her in.  The fact that he was still strong enough to have his way with her despite his stature really sealed the deal.  She didn’t even know he was hung until she had already decided she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him.  As ridiculous as it was, part of her always wondered if Piers did that on purpose, so he could tell she was in love with him and not his cock.

“Now, Ms. Melony was all covered up from head to toe, an’ kids like me still gagged for it. Imagine if you battled in this,” he growled, kneading the flesh of her chest.  “With so much of your stunning body on display.  With your tits lookin’ better’n ever.  Sure, we’ll keep Spikemuth on the map in Marn’s absence…  But we both know I’m a jealous man, Ann.  The mere thought of others ooglin’ ya makes my blood boil.”

Cupping the bottom of her breasts in his palms, his index fingers began to stroke the pierced buds. Thumbs joined them to pinch her and tug the spiked barbells, causing the nipples to stiffen in the process.  Annais felt herself growing wet from his groping. Not to mention how much it turned her on to hear how greedy he was when it came to her.  Piers lips fell to the nape of her neck and mouthed the skin. Annais squirmed upon feeling the tell-tale sign on his arousal growing against her ass.

God, she wanted him to take her, to show her that she was all his.  She wanted him to prove how jealous he could get, to fuck her so well to ensure thoughts of another would never cross her mind.  Or for him to do with her what he saw fit.  Very few were aware of this side of their relationship. Those who managed to pry that info out of Piers (cough, cough… Raihan) thought it was backwards.  Piers seemed so laid back and aloof.  Annais was fiercely competitive and a dominating force in whatever she attempted.  

But Annais didn’t like to be in positions of power and responsibility, hence why she stepped down as Champion. She wasn’t good at keeping up with herself on her own.  There’d be bouts of depression or anxiety where she cared very little about her own wellbeing and saw no worth in herself.  And Piers was a natural leader, whether he admitted it or not.  Taking control and nurturing was his nature, to the point of clinginess.  There was a deep-rooted fear of abandonment that caused him to keep those he loved as close as he could, terrified of losing them or someone taking them away.  Both had their flaws, and their flaws somehow happened to complement each other’s.  Piers made sure she was taken care of, praised her, and did whatever he could to bring her happiness.  In return, Annais promised complete devotion and allowed herself to be at his mercy to prove it.  That was their dynamic, as dark and shocking as it may be.

“You should do something about that,” she mentioned, pushing back against him.  “Need help taking care of it?”

Piers sighed into her skin as he pulled his hands out of her top to rub her shoulders.  

“I will if you lay down,” he whispered.  The heat of his breath sent tingles through her body.  “An’ don’ take anythin’ off.”

The moment his hands left her, she sauntered over to their bed and settled down on top, face up. Piers followed behind her.  His eyes were darkened with desire as they raked over her body from the side of the bed.

“I do like you in this,” Piers told Annais, stroking her hair.  “It shows off how beautiful you are… These great, toned legs…” He smoothed up her calf.  “These plush thighs that are so fun to be between…”  He trailed further to her upper leg.  “And your pert ass looked so delectable in these wee shorts,” he complimented, pinching her hip.  “Strong arms, the gentle curve of your waist…”  At this, Piers crawled on top of her, straddling her and pulling her arms over her head.  She could see his clothed erection seated atop her when she craned her neck over her boobs.  He leaned forward to kiss her, allowing her to feel his length pressed against her abdomen. Hands ghosted down her arms until they reached her chest again.  He sat back up, parting his lips as he squeezed her breasts.  “Last but not least, these…”

Piers tugged on the bottom elastic band of the cropped sports bra with both hands and pulled it up so that it rested across her nipples and exposed the lower half of her breasts to him.  “Is that comfortable?”

Annais nodded.

“You do know what I intend to do to you, don’cha?”

Another nod, though much more enthusiastic.

Piers’s thumbs guided his shorts down along with his underwear, freeing his erection.  Annais went to reach for it out of instinct, but Piers grabbed her wrist and placed it back behind her head.

“No touchin’,” he told her. “No hands, no mouth, nothin’ but your tits until I say otherwise.  Even then, I’m doin’ the work.  I’ll reward you if you’re good.  Understand?”

“Yes, Nez.”

Piers spit on his hand, then stroked his cock to make it slick.

“Prop yourself up a bit more,” he requested while he slowly pumped his fist up and down his length.  “I want you comfortable.”  Annais grabbed another pillow and put it behind her head, then put her arms back in the position he had brought them too.

“Annais, my queen, my darling,” said Piers.  “You look so lovely from this angle.”

As she blushed, he slipped his dick under the bra, between the valley of her breasts.  Hands returned to hold her tits.  He let out a satisfied sigh and began to rock against her.  Her cleavage got increasingly slick as his precum smeared with each roll of his hips. Piers bit his lip.  Everything about this turned him on.  The pillow soft feel of her flesh around him.  The warmth she provided.  Perhaps the most erotic to him was that he could feel the beating of her heart.  He felt her heart rate accelerate when his rhythm did.

“This probably feels tedious for you,” he mused, thumbs brushing her nipples to give her some sort of stimulation.  “Promise I’ll make it quick.”

Annais watched as the head of his cock disappeared into her breasts then peeked back out with each thrust. His little breathy pants had her squirming beneath him.

“Still,” whispered Piers. The strain in his voice could be heard despite only whispering one word.  That was enough that she had to squeeze her thighs together.

“Nez, do you have any idea how sexy you sound?” she asked.

Piers closed his eyes, letting out a shaky breath.  “Not now, Ann…  No teasin’.”

“Are you getting close?”

He nodded.

“Can you me how it feels for you?” Annais requested.  She eyed his Adam’s apple bob roughly.

“It’s… ah, indescribable…” he said in a husky tone.  He appeared to be carefully choosing his next words as he continued to rut into her breasts. “You’re…  So soft…  An’ you hug me just right…  The steady thump of your heart… I can feel it…”

She inhaled deeply, causing her chest to rise.  Piers’s lips parted at this.  He pushed the bra up and off of her breasts completely.

“You’re bored,” he noted. “Hold them for me.”

Annais’s hands came down to hold her boobs, and Piers’s hands took their place above her head on the pillow.  

“Wee more pressure, Ann,” Piers directed.  She squeezed them tighter around him and his eyes fluttered shut.

“Better?” asked Annais.

“Ah, perfect.”  He continued to thrust up into the expanse of her breasts.  His rhythm became more disordered as time went on.  “Fuck, Ann, I’m gettin’ there.”

“Cum all over me if that’s what you want,” she said, making an effort to apply just a little more pressure. He groaned, his cock twitching at her dirty suggestion.  “C’mon, Nez. Mark me as yours.”

Piers shuddered, biting back a moan as his cock began to spurt.  Thick ropes of cum painted her upper chest and face.  Donning the smuggest look, she stuck her tongue out to try to catch some of it when Piers cracked his eyes open to look at her.  If he wasn’t already in the midst of a climax, that would certainly do the trick.

“Fuck,” he panted.  He held her hands, pulling them away from her chest and kissing the back of each one before lowering them to the mattress.  “Fuck…  You’re so wonderful.”  With his thumb, Piers wiped her chin and locked lips with her.  “Ann,” he breathed into the kiss.  “That was so fuckin’ hot.”

“Guess this outfit is a no then if you’re going to jump me like this when I wear it.”

“Can’t have others dreamin’ about doin’ the same thing I just did,” he said with another kiss.  He managed to pull himself upright and crawl off of her, pulling his shorts back up.

“Nez?”

“Hang tight, love.  Gonna clean you up,” he said, walking in the direction of the bathroom.  “Haven’t forgotten I owe you, either.”  He stopped and pointed at her.  “Those shorts and tights are still good.  Might wanna take them off before I get back, else I’ll likely tear them away.”