Out of Retirement

Chapter Two


(1:10 PM, 30 September, 148 ATS
La Palma, American Union)


Even someone whose sole occupation was sitting in an office and dealing with people and data in the greatest corporate comfort modern technology had to offer couldn't wait for fall to start kicking in and the summer to get a bit less literally cooking. The Pokéboy couldn't help feeling a bit drowsy, especially since it was a slow day in the licensing office and he'd only had to assist a few people, mostly with drivers' licenses. Cars were certainly coming back into vogue, after an era where one was lucky to be able to safely cross a field, much less ride in roaring metal behemoths that-

"Excuse me." There wasn't even a line to wait, and so the Boy had completely failed to notice a woman entering the office and coming right up to the front desk. He blinked, looking up at her in surprise. She looked like a fully, emphasis on fully, developed adult, and yet the paperwork she had deposited on the counter was obviously Tamer forms. If she was renewing, well, there were easier ways to renew a Taming license, and if she was applying so late, relatively, then-

He coughed to clear his throat. "What can I do for you today, Milady?" The Pokéboy asked, voice bright, chipper, and eager to serve. His eyes were mostly focused on examining this woman as opposed to her papers, but he did manage to take in that they looked like re-application forms. Renewal after a period of 'passive leave'. People in other professions retired, and that was it; for a Tamer, you were never out of the business on the books, always just on 'passive leave'.

"I've decided I want to sign back up," She said, trying not to sound annoyed that she was repeating what the papers she had to fill out said quite clearly, "And I was wondering if you could help me."

"Of course," Was the only answer the Boy could give, scooping up the documents and giving them a closer scan. "Let's see here... signed up as soon as you hit legal age, eh? That's not uncommon... served in the south until about five years ago... then hung up the Dex... whoa. Five years is quite a lot of 'leave'. If I may be bold enough to ask, why are you coming back after so long?" For most people, leaving Taming for more than a month meant they were done for good, and not just because it was impossible for the average low-income Tamer to survive if she wasn't actively traveling, doing contracts and odd jobs, living off the land, and so on.

"I finally resolved... my crisis of faith. Put it that way." She smiled, looking away. "So I guess I don't get another free Boy from the local Prof?"

"I'm afraid not, ma'am, but I can note that a lot of the markets in the area have special recruitment sales you can take advantage of to secure a combat Boy at cost." He filled in whatever blanks were appropriate, accessing the government network and bringing up her files to update them. She had included new medical reports, which showed her in just about perfect physical condition, and mentally sound for battle. With this, getting her back into service wasn't too difficult at all. He did get flagged by a network AI to put her though Basic again, just in case rust had crept in, and he usually heeded the advice of beings dozens of times smarter than he was. "Also, it's noted that you should probably run through Basic training programs again, just to kick off the dust."

She nodded. "Fair enough. When does the next class begin?"

The AI had already sent along all sorts of information to help him, and so he was able to reply, "On the fourth, ma'am!" Without a noticeable pause. "Ok... just let me finalize this new data and get it confirmed and we can stamp you out a new pass. You'll have to see the Professor about a Dex, of course. Everything after this should be elementary, welcome back to Taming."

Fina Garcia, the oldest Tamer for many kilometers, gave him her best Mistress approval smile. "Thanks."

-

(6:10 PM, 30 September, 148 ATS
Outside La Palma, American Union)


The sun still wasn't even showing any sign it was considering setting, beating down with ruthless intensity on La Palma's premier Pokéboy Ranch, Bulltrue. Bulltrue was situated well outside the city limits, comprising almost ten kilometers of land that included a rolling set of hills, a forest, and a lake that had been dug out of the ground with the labors of the first Bulltrue boys a generation ago. The ranch was so prosperous that it had a shuttle system to take people from the bus stations in La Palma all the way out to the ranch, either for a tour, just to pet the Boys, or, as they loved most, to do business.

A beefcake of a Cowboy was waiting for Fina. He was tall and muscular, but had that Pokéboy quality of still having beauty despite his power, with leathery, shiny skin and long, flowing brown hair. His clothing was tight and functional, making sure Fina could see just about every detail of his amazing body. He greeted her with enthusiastic bonhomie. "Welcome, Senorita Garcia," He said, pulling her into the sort of hug that made her flush. She felt his defined body against her, the power it contained, and looked deep into his world-wide eyes. She steeled herself, though, returning the embrace with barely any hesitation.

"Thank you for agreeing to see me on such short notice," She replied, exuding an aura of control that she knew was useless against the savvy Boy.

"No problem at all! You don't often hear about a case like yours. Plus you've obviously got the money to pay up front for your Boy, and that's always better than a loan plan." He released her, stepping back, but not by much, looking over as her Boys stepped off the bus. Tzu looked impressed by the Cowboy but Gaz gave him a barely restrained pout. He'd gotten used to being the one cuddling with his Mistress, that he was actually developing jealousy of other Boys. That would have to be addressed at some point, but for now he knew enough to stay quiet. "I can see you worked a long time on these Boys!" They both had the decency to blush as the sales Boy sized them up.

Fina giggled. "Yup. They'll be valuable in Taming, but neither of them are obviously the sort of fighter I need. That's what I'm looking most for. A fighter Boy."

The Cowboy nodded. "Of course! We got all sorts of combat Boys who can hang with the toughest Ferals. Let's get going and I'll show you around!" He started out, setting a pace that the customer and her Boys had a bit of trouble keeping up with. They went into the ranch's land, heading through a small grove of trees that housed a number of plant boys enjoying lunch in the soil. Tzu waved to them and one waved timidly back.

A group of Cowboys were roughhousing, which was enough to make Fina, as a red-blooded woman, stop and stare. They were younger than the salesman, but each Boy was still a beautiful statue of rippling muscles, delicious bodies bare for the world to see as they tussled with each other playfully. Gaz's pout only intensified, although Tzu was perfectly happy to stand there and gawk beside his Mistress, licking his lips in appreciation.

Never one to miss such an opening, the sales Boy sidled over to them and grinned widely. "I see you like the show. I tell you, Bulltrue's famous for its Cowboys. Not only will they fight like the devil himself for you, but you'll never go hungry with one of these beefs in your party." Fina fought not to blush as she recalled the way that Cowboys produced and ejected their milk; right through their swollen penises. 'Sucking from the tap' was a very common euphemism for orally sexing a Pokéboy thanks to this breed. She'd never owned one before but her friends assured her the milk was glorious, and enough by itself to sustain an entire party for months without any nutritional concerns.

Several of the ranch Boys spotted the onlookers and one particular Boy, giggling as he was buried by four of his brothers and pinned, waved. His mind got more occupied, though, when his captors started licking. Now all eyes were on the display, and Fina begged her voice not to give out. "How much."

"Don't you want to see any more of our wide selection of breeds and choices?" The Cowboy asked, although his tone told him it was more a formality. It was obvious this girl was already sold.

"How much," She repeated, more forcefully, and the Boy stifled a laugh. Just for that, an extra ten percent, I'd reckon...

"Fifty thousand, can't go a credit less," The salesman said, knowing she would pay for it even though that was more than their actual price was. Fina looked as though she was considering it, and was just opening her mouth to agree when Tzu cut her off.

"Mistress, I think that's a bit high," The calm Deredere said, looking straight up at the taller, stronger boy with no aggression or fear in his demeanor. Tzu was confident almost to the point of arrogance, and Fina got the feeling he would have spoken up even without a Mistress to protect him.

"I'm sorry you didn't teach your Boys better economics," The Cowboy said, and barked out a laugh, "Or when to keep quiet."

That tripped Fina out of her entranced state and brought a frown to her face. "Well now." The salesman resisted the urge to swear as the weather turned decidedly against him, really fast. "I kind of figured the friendly yokel routine wasn't very... genuine. Forty thousand for that and be glad I didn't take offense at you insulting my Boy."

He shook his head as though he were the victim, letting out a sigh. "Ma'am, I honestly would love to give one of these here Boys to you for that... but it's a lot lower'n I'm supposed to, and if I did that my Mistress wouldn't have no problem taking the difference from my lovely hide." There he was certainly being honest. Fina wasn't just asking a return to base price, but an actual discount. Even for haggling, this sudden standing up to him had him worried.

"I'm not like a local starting Tamer, you know," Fina said.

The Cowboy simply couldn't help himself. "I think I noticed that m'self when I saw you, ma'am," He replied, still grinning. Even when angry, or especially when angry, this woman was really quite a piece of work, his eyes still tracing over the wonderful contours of her body.

"I can go elsewhere," She said, slower and louder, annoyed and acting as though she were talking to a retard.

"You'd find a much lower quality product, though," The Cowboy returned. "Our cock-milkers are the best in the Union, ma'am. If you don't believe me, you could have a taste for yourself..."

Fina actually did blush, although she was trying not to, and fixed him with a glare fit to make a Pokéboy quiver. Even now, the offer did seem quite tempting, but she had to stay strong. She was fishing for a suitable retort that would make him feel much less like a man when Tzu again decided to interfere. "I've an idea for settling this," He announced. "A little fight." Fina blinked. Maybe Tzu had gone suddenly insane or something. He only reinforced this notion by stepping up, right in front of the musclebound Cowboy.

"A fight, huh?" This salesman looked like he would love nothing more than the pure ecstasy of putting his fist through the Deredere's face a few hundred times. "I dunno. I might feel bad about it."

"Don't be afraid, it won't be a regular fight," Tzu said so blandly it took a moment for the slight to register. "A Sex Battle. You against me. If you can conquer me, we'll go for fifty thousand. If we win... thirty thousand." The Boy fancied himself clever, and was counting on the oaf's pride to deliver them these favorable terms.

Now it was the slick salesman's turn to be flustered and caught on the hook. "Oh? Yeah? Sounds like a bit of a raw deal to me, little Boy, and not just because of how you're gonna be when I'm through." It didn't take him a second longer to consider. "You're on."

The Deredere nodded. "Splendid," He said, rubbing his hands together and turning towards Fina. "Mistress, let's find a-" The Fire-type spun around with startling speed and tossed himself with all of his force right at the ogre, tossing them both onto the ground with him on top with a heavy thud. "First to orgasm loses," He announced in a singsong tone even as he started riding the bucking, surprised beefcake.

"Th-that's cheating," The salesman objected, getting ready toss the weaker Boy off when he suddenly felt a shudder go down his body; one of the Fire-type's impious little hands had found their way into his tight jeans and were grasping his swollen cock. Not that it wasn't sensitive enough, but he hadn't been milked in a full day, and now he was at his most vulnerable, letting out a soft moo involuntarily as the Deredere went to work.

Fina gaped. She had known Tzu could be devious, and clever, on occasions, but this was something a bit new. Not that she didn't welcome to chance to watch, and she pulled Gaz close. Gaz tried to think of something to say, but all he could do was tilt his head and announce, "Wow, his cock feels weird. Like fucking a balloon." That promptly sent him into giggles.

The Deredere didn't say anything to that, taking a firmer grasp of the huge organ and running his hand down it, channeling some of his warmth into a sensual aura that only heightened the experience. The Cowboy gasped, losing control of his body as the movements of his hips became less violent and more in time with his assailant's hand. "Hm," The Fire-type tilted his head. "You needed to get laid anyway, looks like. Poor Boy."

The Cowboys that had been playing amongst themselves spotted this disturbance, and came closer, eyes getting round as saucers as they watched the dominant cut of beef of the entire ranch getting owned by some bishounen. "Wow," One gasped. "That's.... hot." Fina had thought they were all hard before, but all of their cocks swelled up even more as they watched, getting truly intimidating.

The rude sales Boy actually let out a moan of frustration as all the strength and energy to resist faded away. "Hot day, you're worked up, and I've got a certain... aura about me," Tzu said, leaning down to whisper confidentally over his moos and moans, hand still working, squeezing, rubbing. "No wonder you're a bit sapped."

Fina couldn't deny this display was getting to her, too, especially the way the Deredere was dominating. Through a surprise attack and sheer attitude he was Taming a bigger beast than he should have been able to handle. The beast did seem pretty happy with this arrangement, though, continuing to squirm and moo as his cock was lovingly handled.

"I'm going to make you come in your pants," He announced, "And after the first flood, and I win, my Mistress can collect her free sample. If she desires," He made sure to add, turing to look at her with a pure, loving gaze.

She tried to reply, coughed, and cleared her throat. "I do," The woman assured him, and he nodded happily, turning back on his victim. The Deredere was about to start up on a new round of taunts, but the tauric boy's stamina gave out about then, and with a mighty bellow, the beefcake tensed up and unleashed the flood from his cock, soaking through his clothing with sweet, bountiful milk.

"That's going to be one hell of a job for the cleaners," Tzu said simply, standing up and wiping his hands on the hem of the Cowboy's shirt. "So. This means I win. We'll wire the creds over to you and they'll be in the ranch's account within the hour, all thirty-thousand of them." As Fina slowly stepped forward, blood pumping as she anticipated her 'sample', the Fire-type added the final word. "Oh, and have fun explaining that to your owner."

Well, not quite the final word. Gaz, although feeling quite tingly from his empathic abilities, had enough presence of mind to step forward and punctuate, "Bitch!"

-

Marcelo had watched the whole thing; the sex battle, short and sweet as it was, followed by Fina's sampling of the big strong bull's milk. The Tamer had lapped up as much as possible, clawing for more, and barely restrained herself from raping him herself. Instead, she turned still lustful eyes across him and his friends, causing the Cowboy to shiver slightly. He was fully erect and most times wouldn't have had any shame about it, but the way that Fina was eyeing him...

"What's your name?" She asked. The Cowboys looked around to their fellows and seemed to tersely agree that it was Marcelo who had been addressed. He gulped, and was silent for a moment, actually intimidated by the people who had walked in and owned the strongest Cowboy on the ranch.

"Don't worry," Tzu said calmly. "We're much nicer to Boys who haven't developed quite such a... healthy sense of self-worth." He gave the teenaged Ranchborn a warm smile, demeanor much more friendly than it had been towards the rude salesman.

"M-Marcelo, milady," He said, his voice literally squeaking a bit, which induced a lot of quiet snickering and giggling amongst his group. He flushed, already red face growing more so until he felt he would burn himself alive.

"You look good," Fina appraised simply. "Better than the others, for sure." That certainly killed the snickering in its cradle, and the other Boys seemed genuinely hurt by this. Marcelo fought a sudden rush of pride and the urge to flex a bit. He was quite a cut, no doubt, with an already defined musculature and the sort of tool fit to make even his playmates a bit green of envy. He wasn't quite the tallest, but the lanky look wouldn't have fit him, anyway.

Fifteen minutes later, they were on the shuttle headed back towards the city. Fina, no stranger to dealing with young Ranchborn Pokéboys, made sure to give him a battery of questions on the ride home. "How educated are you?" The brochures and advertisements for Bulltrue had proudly proclaimed that even its most barbaric of Boys were fully versed in their letters, basic math, and a functional knowledge of modern technology. If she'd learned one thing today, though, it was to treat the claims of a ranch with a few tons of salt before ingesting.

"Not very, mila-a- Mistress," He corrected himself with only a slight stutter, still trying to adjust to the new form of address. The admission that he didn't know much about intellectual matters seemed to embarrass him, so she made a mental note to work him up to a functional level, gently, and changed the subject.

"You look like you'd be a lot more comfortable in some clothes," Gaz put in, leaning with remarkably bad posture into his seat and looking over the Cowboy. "Can't say I like the idea, though," He added, grinning.

Fina made a show of rolling her eyes, even though she agreed with him. "We'll get something worked up as quickly as possible. Now... how good are you at tussling, Marc? It seemed like you were doing pretty good with your fellows before we..." She fished for a nice way to put it and failed to come up with much. "Raped and cheated your boss." Tzu nobly suppressed a laugh but Gaz guffawed, drawing a few angry stares from the small number of fellow travelers on the mostly empty bus.

"I'm alright," Marc replied, shrugging slightly. "I can usually pin most of the others unless they gang up on me." He looked like he was about to offer more but cut himself off. Terse, nervous replies; she'd experienced the exact same thing with her first Boy. In fact, Marc reminded her more and more of Lucas, eventually of note as an Ogon who had been traded up to more successful Tamers upon her retirement and was now probably enjoying a romp through the northern wilderness, the more time she was around him. She found the nervous routine pretty endearing, but it probably wouldn't last long given her informal style of command.

"Well alright isn't quite going to cut it anymore," Fina declared. "We're going to train you to be a winner, a warrior of unmatched power." A little theatrics couldn't hurt, and she saw the Cowboy both laugh a little and hold himself a bit straighter. Both of them knew she was only partially kidding. A Tamer was expected to demand the best from her Boys. "But, for a few days, we'll let you try and get used to us, if you're able."

Tzu nodded. "I'll show you how to employ a few tricks in the sensual arena against an opponent." The warm, loving smile he turned on Gaz made the Unelmoija very scared, as well as equally aroused.

Fina pondered for a moment. "I want to see that," She finally said, leaving Gaz betrayed and vulnerable.

Before he could try and milk his pity, the outer suburbs of La Palma appeared in the distance and the group turned to watch the view. American architecture was both elaborate and highly functional, a mishmash of roman and spanish styles mixed in with simpler mass-produced designs that gave the skyline an uneven profile, as though there were holes in the forest of metal and glass. A flock of Quelea slowly making their way across the sky put it all in perspective for them. Marc was the most impressed by the view, ogling the urban skyline, of which he'd only seen pictures.

The bus took them practically all of the way home, and they only had to walk a block or so down the familiar sidewalk underneath towering urban complexes. Children skipped around, staring at the naked man-flesh and laughing about it, which did nothing for the Cowboy's confidence, and even a lot of the adults passing them on the street tilted their heads for a view. Fina pretended not to notice, soon herding her Pokéboys into their apartment and up the flights of stairs.

"This is your new home, for now," Fina announced, opening the door and ushering her Boys in. "We're gonna let you train for a solid week or two and then pack up and head out to the south." A stream of Tamers moving between the firebases and outposts in the dark wilderness south of the border would let them ease into fighting, joining a base and letting Mac learn from the more experienced and mature warriors.

They gave the Cowboy the grand tour of the decently big and well-furnished apartment, the shy young Boy not saying much at all and staring at practically everything. His life had changed so fast that he was getting a bit stunned, but he did his best to look attentive and reply when someone asked him a question. Gaz and Tzu both saw through this with ease and tipped off their Mistress that he probably needed a bit of time to adapt.

"You'll room with Tzu," She announced, throwing open the door to the guest bedroom. Generally she slept with both of her Boys but she figured that might be a bit intimidating for him. Tzu could be amazingly suave and comforting, and would make sure to ease the Boy out of any nervousness.

Marc nodded. "Understood." He shifted his weight a few times and stifled a soft moo as he felt the result of going most of a whole day without being milked on his cock. He had swelled up to attention, and felt a stab of shyness as he felt three sets of eyes examining this phenomenon.

"Taking care of you's going to be a chore," Gaz said, elbowing the Cowboy in the abs and feeling like he'd just nudged a brick wall. "Not that I won't enjoy it immensely. So, who gets to relieve him?"

"You have to ask?" Fina replied. "Marc, would you like Tzu to milk you? He can drink it all up. Well, mostly all; I will demand a small fee." The Cowboy gulped at the lust in her voice. She had clearly gotten in the mood, if not from the three Pokéboys, then from his bulging cock. Of course, he was excited about getting milked, both in the sexual sense and in the relieving pressure sense. He nodded mutely, face streaked with crimson.

A Pokéboy who felt some measure of embarrassment was both a cute and a rare sight, and Tzu made sure to enjoy it before slowly moving in. He reached out, pulling himself closer to the strong young Boy, peering right into his eyes as he gave him a soft kiss. Marcelo was mesmerized, the kiss and the Deredere's warm, deep eyes casting an enchantment on him.

Gaz took a seat on the couch at once, puckering his lips slightly as he felt the sweet taste of the Cowboy. Fina followed, staring at the display and barely restraining herself from full-on molesting all of her Boys. Either way, they enjoyed themselves watching Tzu and Marc make out, their embrace and kisses becoming more passionate as the youngster opened up and followed the Deredere's lead.

Tzu broke the kiss and put a finger to Marc's lips, smiling affectionately. "Have a seat," He advised, not wanting to see the Boy collapse after his first Deredere blowjob.

Even Fina's laugh as she saw Gaz's face contort like a fish in reaction to this new input couldn't dampen the sensual mood, and the Tamer was sure Marc's moos were going to disturb the neighbors, even through the soundproofing.

-

(12:10 PM, 1 October, 148 ATS
La Palma, American Union)


Tzu tried once more to get the huge weight off of him, but the Cowboy wasn't moving, a smirk on the youngster's face as his heavier, stronger, and harder body trapped his older brother. The usually unflappable Deredere was beginning to get worried, even though it was all just for training. He was also grateful the mat they'd brought out was nice and soft. Marc hadn't had much trouble at all basically running the Fire-type over, making sure not to hurt Tzu at the same time as dominating him physically.

Fina had been able to do little more than stare at this point, especially as both of her wonderful Boys were currently clad in skimpy, clingy shorts that left nothing important to the imagination. She'd seen it all, but somehow their perfect, sweaty bodies were a bit more alluring when she couldn't see every little bit. Wait, not little, she corrected herself. These Pokéboys were many things, but especially down there, nobody could call them little.

Damn, I am a great Tamer, I've already got sex on the brain more than a guy, She thought to herself, frowning a bit and trying to focus. Of course, that was hard, given that there wasn't much happening besides the big pile of Pokéboy in the mat that occasionally twisted as Tzu tried to escape again.

Marc's shyness was almost completely gone, although his face was still red as he stared deep into Tzu's eyes confidently. "Do you give up yet?" He asked, bouncing a bit atop the Deredere and making the Fire-type groan. Both Pokéboy were, naturally, rock hard at the moment, but Tzu had tried not to use any tactics that were too dirty... yet. But now, getting frustrated, he cut loose some of his mental restraints.

"No." He bucked again, but this time his hand shot to the huge bulge in his brother's shorts and he gave it just enough heat to induce a set of gasping moos from the Cowboy. The beefy wrestler's eyes caked over with lust, but he started to complain before the Deredere yanked his face down for a kiss.

Marc was like butter to this flame, melting into the kiss with no resistance. His eyes slid shut and he let his tongue wrestle weakly with Tzu's, as he shivered. Tzu's hand was now stroking and squeezing his cock through his shorts along with the sensual heat, which he started to project all over his brother. Despite being on top, and stronger, Marc whimpered and very quickly started to beg his seasoned brother for more.

Satisfied with his chances, he suddenly pushed, and with a massive effort, forced the Pokéboy to roll over, springing atop him triumphantly. "You always have to watch for trickier Boys like me," He announced in a singsong voice, straddling the cow's abs and seeming not to notice how his erection rubbed against them. "You see, Marcelo, I have definitely-" He blinked as he felt a rough grip on both of his legs, and the Cowboy pushed him further down his own body until his ass met a huge, hard obstruction. Now Marc's eyes were open, and aggressive feelings at having been duped combined with blind lust and Tzu started to worry he had bit off more than he could chew.

He cast a pleading look to his Tamer, but Fina shook her head. "You're the one who brought it up." Although he looked disappointed at how off-track this battle was getting, he didn't exactly seem horrified. In fact, he was putting up no resistance to the Cowboy now. She shook her head and shrugged, looking at Gaz. "How long as it been since he really took it, in the rear?"

"He had a few friends over a couple of weeks ago." The Unelmoija wiggled a bit, trying as always to block out the flood of feelings coming from Tzu. As always, he failed, and he even felt the sudden cold on his skin as the Cowboy tore his opponent's shorts off. With his strength, the shorts literally did rip, but Fina didn't mind; they had many more pairs. Besides, it gave her a great view of her Deredere's manhood, always a wonderful thing to see.

It would probably start feeling neglected, though. Fina wouldn't have that, and she got up to join in the fun, stalking over to her Boys with a smirk. "Marcelo," She said, "Today you're going to learn about 'the Sandwich'. It's such a fun little thing to do. Tzu, stand on your knees, and... ah, Marc's found his spot behind him, how wonderful. Now, Marc, start fucking him and make him cry out; meanwhile, I'm going to be on the front." She pulled off her own bulkier clothing with phenomenal speed. Tzu choked and gasped as his brother took his wrists and pulled back, plunging in without foreplay or lubricants.

Tzu wasn't really accustomed to this treatment, and his voice hit amazingly squeaky notes as he was pounded, ass perfectly tight and making every thrust a pleasant effort. Fina quickly completed the sandwich, pressing against his front and allowing his cock into his Mistress. Absolutely explosive feelings assaulted him from both sides and he jerked and shivered in the middle, tossing back his head and singing. Gaz's voice joined his, one of the Boy's hands on his own cock as he experienced the sandwich from all three participants' perspectives at once. Not surprisingly, he didn't last long under this assault, coming before the inexperienced beefcake.

The four of them were going end up finding it increasingly difficult to focus on their training with all of the sex going on, but somehow it seemed like a good trade-off.