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It was the start of a new academic year at the prestigious Kanto University, a nationally renowned institution that drew Pokémon from every region eager to study there. Admission required exceptional intellectual ability, but the university also reserved special spots for those who excelled in athletics—after all, it was an Olympic powerhouse, producing future champions.

Such was the case with Lopunny, the rabbit-like Pokémon famed for her powerfully muscled legs that allowed her to leap incredible distances. She had risen to prominence on her high school's long-jump team, becoming the Sinnoh regional champion and shattering the record, which secured her one of the coveted athletic scholarships to Kanto University.

Lopunny strode confidently across the bustling campus of her new school, dressed in an outfit that did little to conceal her striking physique: sheer thigh-high stockings that utterly failed to hide her thick, muscular thighs; an ultra-short skirt that barely covered her powerful, perfectly rounded rear and fluffy tail; and a long-sleeved top—sleeves rolled up to her forearms—with a plunging neckline that hugged her full, beautiful breasts snugly.

Earlier that morning, she had unpacked and organized her belongings in her new dorm room, where she would spend the next four years until graduation. Her roommate hadn't arrived yet, so they hadn't met. Once everything was settled, Lopunny headed straight to her first class—discipline was second nature to her as an athlete. Along the way, she overheard whispers from fellow students admiring her exemplary figure, especially her thighs, which she took immense pride in. It was nothing she hadn't grown accustomed to during her final year of high school.

As Lopunny stepped into the classroom, with a few minutes still remaining before the first lecture officially began, she surveyed the clusters of freshmen that had already formed. The group at the back of the room seemed to know each other well—they were the loudest and most relaxed, laughing boisterously and moving about freely. Up front, there wasn't really a group at all, just isolated individuals who weren't interacting: the classic shy, introverted nerds struggling to make friends. Finally, the middle cluster struck a perfect balance between the two extremes, and they were the only ones who rose from their seats to greet Lopunny warmly.

As it turned out, they were coincidentally fans of long-jump athletics and recognized her immediately from a sports magazine feature that had highlighted two rising prodigies with the potential to become national champions. While chatting with her new admirers, Lopunny noticed the shy group stealing glances in her direction—only to quickly look away and blush deeply whenever she met their eyes. I should probably introduce myself, she thought. But before she could act on it, she felt something firm bump squarely against her rear.

In the next instant, one of the girls she'd been talking to stumbled forward as if shoved, and school supplies from a timid student in the front row clattered to the floor. Lopunny instinctively crouched down to gather the items and hand them back to the grateful girl. Rising, she turned her gaze toward the back of the room.

The culprit—who had brushed roughly against her backside, pushed the fan, and knocked over the supplies—was a Cinderace. She had sauntered to the most isolated desk in the corner, headphones on, casually blowing bubble gum while propping her legs up on the desk in front of her as if she owned the place. Cinderace's outfit was strikingly similar to Lopunny's, almost as though they'd coordinated: the same sheer thigh-high stockings clinging to her incredibly thick, muscular thighs; the same ultra-short skirt that failed to conceal her strong, rounded rear or her fluffy, adorable tail; and the same long-sleeved top—sleeves rolled to the forearms—with a deep neckline that accentuated her gorgeous, full breasts.

Cinderace appeared oblivious to the complaints murmuring around her, her headphones blocking out the noise as she stared blankly at the wall beside her, lost in her own thoughts. The shy girl softly thanked Lopunny for the help, a faint smile tugging at the corner of her lips. Lopunny returned the smile warmly, but she quickly stood up, her expression shifting to one of quiet determination. While the other students grumbled but did nothing, Lopunny took the initiative and approached Cinderace directly.

Lopunny halted in front of Cinderace with her arms crossed, the rabbit Pokémon's presence going unnoticed until Lopunny reached out and gently plucked one of her earbuds free. Cinderace's bubble gum popped with a sharp crack as she slowly turned her head, her expression neutral—until her eyes landed on the bunny leaning forward slightly, shamelessly displaying the impressive depth of her plunging neckline.

"What the hell is this? Did you know it's rude as fuck to yank someone's earbuds out without permission? Especially from a total stranger!?"

"Sorr— No, you don't deserve an apology. If anything, you're the one who owes one! Do you have any idea what you just did? You didn't just bump into my ass—you shoved one of our classmates forward and knocked another's supplies all over the floor!"

"Eh!? I didn't do any of that! At least not on purpose... It's not my fault I'm built big—or wait, yeah it is, since I trained my ass off for it! But still, you can't blame me when you all were clogging up the aisle like you owned the damn place! I'm too big to squeeze through without brushing against someone!"

It was then that Lopunny's gaze drifted downward, taking in Cinderace's body—which, strikingly, mirrored her own in many ways. Beyond the equally generous breasts, she possessed thighs that were impressively thick and muscular, radiating raw power. Acting all cocky like that—she's gotta be on the track team or maybe cycling, Lopunny thought immediately. From her high school experience, those sports had a longstanding rivalry with long jump, largely due to their shared intense focus on lower-body training.

"Intentional or not, you bumped into people—so the least you could do is apologize!" Lopunny's patience was wearing thin. She slammed her palm against Cinderace's desk, the sharp sound drawing every eye in the room to their escalating confrontation.

In response, Cinderace peeled the gum from her mouth, stuck it discreetly under the desk, and stood up to face her challenger head-on. "And if I'm not in the mood to apologize? What are you gonna do about it, little bunny?"

The two locked eyes, standing face-to-face at the exact same height, their chests nearly brushing—tension crackling between them like static. But in that precise moment, the bell rang, and the professor strode into the room right on time, promptly instructing everyone to take their seats.

Lopunny glanced around, her heart sinking slightly as she realized the only empty desk left in the entire classroom was the one right next to Cinderace.

The first class began as expected, with a round of brief student introductions starting from the shy ones in the front rows, moving through the "normal" group in the middle, and ending with the rowdy crowd at the back—leaving Lopunny and Cinderace as the last two to speak.

"You there in the back—the brown bunny—it's your turn to introduce yourself to the class, please!"

Lopunny stood up confidently, her voice clear and steady. "Good morning, everyone. My name is Lopunny, I'm on the long-jump team, and... my dream is to become the national champion!" The class listened attentively to her words—even Cinderace, who let out a loud, mocking laugh upon hearing her ambition.

"Well, since you're laughing so hard, I'm sure you have something to say," the professor remarked dryly. "Please stand up and introduce yourself."

"Hahaha! Alright, alright..." Cinderace rose to her feet, struggling to stifle her giggles, her cheeks slightly flushed from the laughter. "My name is Cinderace, and my dream is to crush Lopunny's dream!"

A heavy silence fell over the room. Lopunny's blood boiled, heat rushing to her face as it turned bright red. Her fists clenched tightly, her body trembling with barely contained rage as she glared at Cinderace, who smirked back maliciously. But the professor quickly regained control. "Cinderace, that's an extremely rude thing to say. Apologize to Lopunny right now!"

"Oh, come on, Professor, relax! The thing is, just like my dear classmate here, I'm also on the long-jump team, and I want to be the national champion too. So to make my dream come true, I've gotta put an end to hers!"

"I knew it!" one of the students from the middle group—who had chatted with Lopunny earlier—blurted out before lowering his voice to whisper to his friend beside him. "She's the other prodigy from that sports magazine article. Cinderace from the Galar region!"

Hearing those words, Lopunny's mouth fell slightly open in disbelief. The professor continued, "Well, in that case, I suppose it wasn't meant as rudeness. But next time, please explain yourself more clearly to avoid misunderstandings, okay?" Cinderace plopped back into her seat with a satisfied grin, shooting Lopunny a playful wink as she reveled in the chaos she'd stirred up.

The rest of the classes proceeded normally. Each new professor had the students go through introductions again, with everyone repeating the routine. Cinderace, for her part, didn't provoke Lopunny in quite the same way anymore—she simply mentioned being on the same team and sharing the same dream. This continued until the final bell rang, signaling the end of the day.

"Alright, students, that's the last class of the day. I hope you've all had a great first day, and... Lopunny... Cinderace... You'll be starting the classroom cleaning rotation today, just the two of you. Please tidy everything up before heading back to your dorms!"

Lopunny took a deep breath and let out a heavy sigh, while Cinderace huffed dramatically and threw her head back in exasperation. Of all the possible pairings, the professor had chosen the absolute worst one.

As soon as the last student left the classroom and headed back to the dorms, Lopunny began tidying up. But when she glanced at Cinderace, she froze in surprise, watching the other bunny casually strip out of her entire outfit and neatly fold it in a corner of the room.

"Hmm!? What the hell do you think you're doing? Getting completely naked in the middle of the classroom when you're supposed to be helping me clean? And worse—if anyone sees you, you could get expelled!" Lopunny protested, utterly baffled by her classmate's behavior.

"Ugh, chill out... I'll help you clean, and nobody's gonna see me like this except you. Everyone's already gone. I just don't wanna ruin my brand-new clothes that I bought specifically for the first day of school—not knowing I'd get 'rewarded' with janitor duty... What a pain!"

Lopunny listened to the explanation and suddenly remembered that she, too, had splurged on a new outfit just for today. With a small nod to herself, she started undressing as well, carefully setting her clothes aside. When she turned back around, Cinderace was already wiping down desks on one side of the room, so Lopunny silently took the other half. They wordlessly divided the space and got to work.

For a while, the only sounds were the soft scrape of rags and the occasional clatter of chairs being straightened. Then, as Cinderace neared the end of her section, she broke the silence.

"You don't seriously believe you're gonna become national champion, do you?"

Lopunny, who had almost forgotten the earlier drama, felt her lips tighten as the teasing hit her dream once again.

"I mean... come on, get real. Sure, you're the big shot back in Sinnoh, but everyone knows Sinnoh's the weakest region in the country, right? Heh heh."

Cinderace let out a mocking laugh after the jab.

Lopunny forced herself to stay composed, refusing to show she was rattled. "Pfft! Is that the best you've got? You think you're the first person to try shaking me up and getting in my head? I dealt with people like you all the time at my old school—ones who only know how to provoke, throw around crude words, and try to mess with your mind because they can't back it up physically. That crap doesn't work on me!"

Now it was Cinderace's turn to bristle. If there was one thing she couldn't stand, it was anyone doubting the physical prowess she took such pride in.

"What'd you say, bitch? Have you actually looked at my body? I'm a machine—each of my thighs is worth two of yours. What the hell is this about me not being able to back it up physically? I completely dominated the Galar region!"

Lopunny smirked sideways, pleased to have turned the tables, even brushing off the mild insult. "One of your thighs equals two of mine? You must be delirious—inhaled too much dust while cleaning your side? If anything, my thighs are way bigger than yours!"

The two fell silent again, but this time they strode toward each other, hands on hips, stopping just short of colliding. The air grew thick with tension.

"You'd better watch what you say about my thighs, Lopunny, or I'll crush your head between them!" Cinderace taunted.

"As if those chicken legs of yours could crush anything," Lopunny fired back, fanning the flames.

The bunny Pokémon locked eyes once more, but now their gazes slowly traveled up and down, sizing each other up from head to toe. Then Cinderace's lips curled into a wicked grin as an idea struck her.

"Since you're so confident in those thighs of yours, how about we play a little game?"

Lopunny raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "A game? Sure, why not? What's your idea?"

Cinderace beamed with mischievous excitement at Lopunny's eager response. "A thigh war. We'll each sit on a chair, scoot as close as possible, scissor our legs together like a leg lock, and squeeze until one of us taps out..."

Lopunny could barely hide the gleeful malice spreading across her face at the suggestion—and Cinderace was just as unable to conceal her own wicked delight, knowing her rival had accepted the challenge.

Just before they could dive into their “game,” the two finished straightening up the last corners of the classroom. Then they dragged their chairs to the center, positioning them face-to-face. They sat down and began scooting forward until there was no room left to advance. Fitting onto the narrow seats proved challenging—their thighs were simply too massive to rest comfortably, spilling over the sides. Their powerful, rounded rears barely fit either, forcing them to sit with legs splayed wide, thighs jutting outward.

First they crossed their legs, then carefully wrapped them around each other, locking ankles to form a tight scissor hold. Even in this starting position, the four enormous, rock-hard thighs pressed together with uncomfortable pressure, muscles already straining lightly before the real battle began.

“3,” Cinderace started the countdown.

“2,” Lopunny continued.

“1… and—”

“GO!” they shouted in unison.

The next instant, the nearly empty classroom filled with the slick, intense sound of muscle grinding against muscle as the two ridiculously muscular-legged athletes began squeezing with everything they had.

Both gripped the backs of their chairs for leverage, thighs sliding slightly against each other as they fought to apply maximum pressure. “Ughhh… You’re actually holding up better than I expected, brown bunny…” Cinderace was the first to grudgingly acknowledge her new rival.

“Ughhh… You’re not half bad yourself, snow white…” Lopunny shot back, but she refused to let the compliment distract her. She stayed laser-focused on proving her thighs were superior and poured even more power into the hold—Cinderace immediately matched it.

For a full five minutes they remained locked in the brutal squeeze, sweat pouring off them in rivers. Beads rolled down their faces, over their glistening breasts—now slick and oily, catching the golden rays of the setting sun streaming through the windows—and all the way to their feet. Seizing the moment, Cinderace subtly shifted her massive chest to angle the reflected sunlight directly into Lopunny’s eyes, trying to break her concentration.

“Hey! That’s cheating, bitch!” Lopunny snapped, squeezing her eyes shut—but she never lost focus in her thighs. Gradually she cracked them open again, adjusting to the glare just enough to spot how the light was bouncing off Cinderace’s breasts. With a sly adjustment of her own, she mirrored the move, sending the blinding reflection right back into Cinderace’s face.

“Ah… Look who’s talking! You’re doing the exact same thing!”

Their attention began drifting from the thigh war as they playfully battled with reflected sunlight, each trying to blind the other. In the midst of leaning and twisting, both lost their precarious balance on the edge of their seats—and with a shared yelp, they toppled sideways off the chairs in a tangled, sweaty heap of powerful limbs.

Now sprawled sideways on the cool classroom floor, the two rivals kept their legs tightly scissored, muscles still throbbing from the intense pressure.

“Should we start over?” Lopunny asked, her voice steady despite the strain, refusing to be the one to back down.

“If that’s your excuse to tap out, go ahead—I could stay locked like this all day!” Cinderace shot back with her usual biting sarcasm, fanning the flames of Lopunny’s competitive fire.

That was all the provocation Lopunny needed. Without another word, she ramped up the squeeze, thighs bulging as she poured more power into the hold. Cinderace matched her instantly, their locked legs trembling with effort.

For some reason—perhaps seeking the leverage they’d lost when they fell—they reached out and clasped hands, fingers interlocking tightly. But instead of cooperating, they pulled in opposite directions, turning the grip into another stalemate, denying either one a clear advantage.

“Grrrr! Let go of my hand, you dyke bunny!” Cinderace growled, clearly irritated by the intimate contact.

“Grrrr! You’re the dyke, stripping naked in front of other girls like it’s nothing! As if you’re my type!” Lopunny snarled right back.

Deep down, though, neither truly cared about the insults. What they both craved was total domination—to crush the other’s thighs and crown themselves the undisputed queen of lower-body power. And for that, they needed solid leverage to unleash everything they had.

Almost as if their minds were synced, they released the tug-of-war on their hands and lunged forward into a fierce embrace. Their massive breasts slammed together, soft yet firm flesh compressing deliciously between their sweat-slicked bodies in a tight, crushing bear hug. The new hold gave them exactly what they needed: each could now brace against the other’s torso, using the full strength of their cores to generate even more torque in their locked thighs.

With grunts of effort and determination, they squeezed harder than ever—muscles burning, bodies grinding, the classroom echoing with the raw sounds of their unrelenting struggle.

Their thighs were visibly flushed a deep red by now, veins standing out against the strained muscle, while rivers of sweat had completely soaked the floor around them, turning the tiles into a slippery mess. The slickness made it harder to maintain the same crushing intensity—their legs kept sliding just enough to rob them of precious leverage.

Sensing her strength starting to fade, Lopunny slid her hands down Cinderace’s sweat-slicked back until they reached that firm, perfectly rounded rear. Without hesitation, she dug her nails deep into the soft yet unyielding flesh, anchoring herself to keep her rival from slipping away. Using the new grip, she surged forward with renewed power, clamping her thighs at full force once more.

“Aaaaaah! You fucking bitch!” Cinderace yelped as Lopunny’s nails pierced her skin like sharp needles. But an athlete of her caliber was no stranger to pain—she gritted her teeth and barely flinched. Instead, she returned the favor immediately, sinking her own nails just as viciously into Lopunny’s equally firm and rounded ass.

“Hmmmm… Slut…” Lopunny hissed, having fully expected the retaliation, and tossed the insult right back.

Now they were locked in a snarling, tangled ball of fury: legs perfectly intertwined and trapped, massive breasts crushed flat against each other, slick with sweat and heaving with every labored breath, and hands buried deep in each other’s rears, claws digging in for desperate leverage.

Cinderace seized the moment first. With a sudden twist of her hips, she rolled them over, pinning Lopunny beneath her and letting gravity do the work—her full weight pressing down, mashing their breasts together even harder, forcing a sharp gasp from the brown bunny’s lips.

“Argh! Like I’d… LET YOU!!!” Lopunny growled through clenched teeth. With a burst of raw power, she bucked her hips and reversed the roll, flipping Cinderace onto her back and now using her own body weight to grind down, compressing Cinderace’s chest and drawing a strained moan from her rival.

They kept at it in a furious back-and-forth—rolling, twisting, grunting—each fighting for the dominant position, sweat flying with every shift. Finally, after several exhausting reversals, they reached a deadlock. Both shoved hard at the same moment, pushing their upper bodies apart until their torsos separated with a wet slap… but their legs remained stubbornly scissored, thighs still locked in a burning, trembling vice that neither was willing to release.

They finally managed to sit up, each perched on the other’s foot for leverage, their massive thighs still locked in a relentless, crushing grind. Faces flushed crimson, chests heaving with ragged breaths, bodies drenched in sweat that pooled beneath them, they locked eyes in a fierce, exhausted stare.

“Ah… Ah… Ah… Let’s take this to the end!” Lopunny panted, challenging Cinderace to one final, all-out squeeze.

“Ah… Ah… Yeah… Ah… Let’s give it everything we’ve got!” Cinderace gasped back, accepting without hesitation.

Bracing both arms behind them on the slick floor, they pushed forward with all their remaining strength—but the vicious scissor hold kept them anchored, turning every shove into even deeper pressure between their trapped thighs.

In this final clash, they unleashed absolutely everything. They squeezed so ferociously, so deeply, that even the sweat-soaked skin no longer allowed any slide. Their thighs, once fiery red from exertion, now bloomed deep purple—muscles screaming in agony, starved of blood and oxygen in a way no leg day had ever inflicted. The pain was excruciating, far beyond any training they’d endured.

Their faces mirrored the torment: skin turning the same bruised purple, veins bulging, vision tunneling as oxygen deprivation set in.

“Give up!” Lopunny cried out desperately.

“Surrender!” Cinderace shot back just as fiercely.

Neither would yield. Pride burned hotter than the agony, locking them in stalemate even as their bodies teetered on the brink. They kept crushing, grinding, refusing to break—until…

POOF! POOF!

Both bunnies collapsed backward in perfect unison, eyes rolling back as unconsciousness claimed them simultaneously. The scissor hold remained intact, but the crushing force finally relaxed, allowing precious blood to flow once more.

A few hours later, in the dead of night, they stirred awake to the chirping of crickets. Moonlight spilled through the classroom windows, bathing their battered, glistening bodies in pale silver. Still groggy and sore, they slowly untangled their legs, the muscles protesting every tiny movement. Without a word, each gathered her folded clothes, slipped them on over aching skin, and limped out of the room separately—or so they thought.

They ended up walking the same path back to the dorms in tense silence, frustration and exhaustion etched on their faces. When they reached the same door, both reached for the handle at once.

“Get out of here, bitch—what are you doing trying to get into my room!?” Lopunny snapped.

“Your room!? Slut, this is my room—and keep your voice down! My roommate’s probably asleep in there, and I haven’t even met her yet,” Cinderace hissed back.

The realization hit them like a thunderclap. Their eyes widened, and in perfect unison they snarled at each other:

“This isn’t over yet!”

They shoved through the door together, slamming it shut behind them with a resounding bang that echoed down the empty hallway.

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