Femcario

Just take a look at those bulky, powerful thighs.
Imagine how hard a kick from those would hurt.

At least for me, they'd be reasons enough to train a Lucario. I could even offer myself as a sparring dummy and get my ass kicked all day long. She would knock me down countless times, and I would get back up just to get knocked down again, getting blood drawn from my lips and nose to go along with a cracked rib or two.

At the end of the day, my Lucario would help me back on my feet, carry me to my bed, lay me down, cook dinner and fill the tub while I enjoy my pain. After a warm meal and a hot bath, I would drag myself back to bed, where she would be waiting to snuggle up to me all night long.

She would look after me until I fully recovered, and once again repeat the cycle. Never thought I'd be so okay with being utterly bludgeoned by a girl.