Chapter 26 - Elite Four Victory - Mudsdale!

The Pokeride was something of a sticking point for Abby’s team. Oh, it was useful to be sure, there were plenty of obstacles her team just wasn't prepared to handle, and when her team had been smaller it had been an invaluable tool that had made exploration and travel much simpler and safer. But now that her team was grown up, so to speak, there just wasn't much use for it. In fact, several of her Pokemon were actively hostile toward the Pokeride Pokemon.
 
Sure, she could call a Machamp to carry her through a cave, its free arms shoving aside boulders that must have weighed dozens of tons, but Pangoro was strong enough to knock those aside on his own, and he tended to get jealous when Abby let the powerfully built Pokeride Machamp lift her up and do its job. And if she called a Charizard for a ride between islands, then Salamance was likely to throw the kind of jilted tantrum Abby had only ever seen from the worst of her old ex-boyfriends. Her whole team seemed to feel that anything the helpful Pokeride 'Mon could do, they could do better. 
 
And that included the calmest and most level-headed of her team. Continent had been the rock of Aria's team ever since she'd caught him, the huge horse was solid and could take a terrible punishment on the field without flinching - and could dish out enough hurt to carry the day. He was her fallback and had never once let her down. He'd bought her time to restrategize, he'd carried the brunt of battle while she healed and prepared the rest of the team, and when all else failed he was her go-to hammer to deal with stubborn problems. He was reliable and dependable and utterly unflappable.
 
Which was why it had freaked her out so much when he threw such a fit about the Pokeride Mudsdale. 
 
It was so sudden, so unlike him, but he'd popped out of his Pokeball and nearly gotten into a fight with his perceived rival. It had taken every ounce of control and skill Abby had as a trainer to keep the two separated and from coming to blows. In the end, she'd had to dismiss the Pokeride and spend nearly an hour calming Continent as he snorted and paced, hooves leaving cracks and imprints in the packed, sandy soil. Like the rest of her team, it seemed to come down to an almost territorial desire to protect what was ‘theirs’, which was flattering in a creepy and rather concerning way. 
 
And so she’d had to work out yet another deal with her team. She wouldn’t call the Pokeride and would instead allow Continent to carry her across the broken and craggy terrain of Vast Poni Canyon. And in exchange for this ‘service’ (though it felt more like extortion) she would use a certain combination of safety gear and safety restraints while riding - for her safety, of course, and for no other reason. 

“You are entirely lucky this place is deserted,” she told Continent as she slipped the harness over his head and cinched it around his neck, making sure the padding was comfortable and unlikely to chafe. Ducking, she began to check the other straps and buckles that lay across his broad barrel and his strong flanks. Working her way along his body, she made sure everything laid flat and nothing was twisted up or rubbing. It was more work than she expected when she agreed to the deal, if she was honest, she’d never really thought about how much care and work it took to make sure the Pokeride ‘Mon were kept safe as they did their job. 

“I need to renegotiate my contract,” she complained, dropping onto her knees to check the main harness where it crossed his belly. And she found herself face to face with Continent. 

The bulky Mudsdale was everything Abby loved in a Pokemon. He wasn’t just sturdy and reliable in battle, he was hung like the horse he was. On her knees, she was at face level with his thick sheathe, a dark brown tube thick as her calf slung low and heavy beneath his bulky body. Already, she could see the mottled brown and pink head of his flare starting to peek out, drooling thick, ropey lines of pre as it twitched and worked itself free. As she watched, the head came fully out, spilling downward and pulling inch after inch after inch of fat horsecock out into the open.

“I love that you boys never get bored of me,” Abby laughed huskily, watching Continent twitch and drool, his cock continuing to plump up as blood flowed into it. Each beat of his heart made the more than forearm length shaft jump, ratcheting upward as arousal made the head swell and spread like a flower. Every jerk slung a thick rope of pre, splattering the gooey whiteness across Continent’s barrel or the grass beneath him.
 
The smell was thick in the morning air, an earthy but sensual smell that plucked at Abby’s nostrils as she breathed in deeply, exhaling in shuddering breaths as it filled her lungs. It was rich as fresh loam and as powerful as a stable, a smell that made her think of sun-warmed hay and breeding stalls. She drank it in, shivering and gnawing at her lip as she let her forehead rest against the side of his barrel. She could have stayed there all morning, but there was too much that needed to get done that day.  Leaning in, she gave his cock a kiss, adorning the very tip with an icy blue lipstick mark, before rising to her feet. Many of her Pokemon would have objected, but Continent was patient and unflappable, he knew he was getting something better than an awkward blowjob, and he was perfectly content to wait as she finished checking his straps. 

“You look good,” she told him, patting his side. “No pinching? No chaffing?”

The big Mudsdale shook his head, dreadlocks flopping and bouncing with the motion, and Abby smiled, anticipation starting to build. 

“Good, then let’s get saddled up.”

Shimmying out of her shorts and panties, she stuffed them into her backpack and threw it up on Continent’s back, clipping it to a handy spot. And then it was time to mount up herself. The Pokeride had an easy setup, a saddle, and a pair of handlebars for trainers to cling to on Mudsdale’s back, but Continent had insisted on a different position for Abby. Instead of a saddle, there were half a dozen padded leather cuffs attached to his harness.
 
Moving to his side, Abby lifted her leg and put her ankle into the cuff, carefully and firmly tightening it and locking herself in. Grabbing his harness, she swung herself underneath his body, tightening her legs around his barrel to keep herself in place as she used one hand to quickly cuff in her other ankle. And from there she worked her way up, locking her thighs into place, and then a large cinch around her midriff - though she kept that one loose for now, giving her a little space to move around. But slowly, methodically, she locked herself into place against her Pokemon’s underside, belly to belly with the huge horse as he huffed and pawed at the ground. His cock was trapped between them, spitting and oozing pre all over her dark stomach as she worked, heartbeat drumming it back and forth between soft fur and silky skin. Not impatient, Continent was as patient as his namesake, but he certainly was eager. 
 
When Abby was entirely locked in, except for her right arm, she shifted slightly, just enough to bring Continent’s cock in line with her dripping, clenching little pussy. His head kissed her lips, and in return they washed his flare with sweet arousal, drooling all over that broad and proud head. Taking a deep breath, Abby slowly pressed herself onto his cock, groaning loudly as it pried her lips open and crushed forward into her folds, bulging her stomach and leaving her reeling. 

But this wasn’t even the main event, this was just a warm-up. Slowly she sank onto his cock, wincing and groaning as the monstrously fat member pressed into her, sinking deeper and deeper until her poor pussy lips ached and burned from stretching so far, wrapped thinly around the unrelenting thickness of her mount. When she felt the bump of his medial ring against her lips, she knew she was deep enough, and let out a shuddering gasp of relief. With her hand shaking, she reached down and tightened the cinch around her waist, locking her in place with half her Pokemon’s cock buried in her cunt, stretching her open. 

Then there was just one more cuff left, and she’d be trapped like this. It was different than the others, more like a handcuff than a belt, and she felt it ratchet shut as she pushed her hand into it, locking her completely in place. There was a quick release for it, right where Continent could reach down and bite it. One tug and it would unfasten and leave her free to undo the other restraints. But that was her only way out, until she said the safe word she was entirely at his mercy, bound as tight as a turkey as she shivered against his huge barrel. And the important part was that he was the one who had to undo it. He was the one who had to release her, and until he tugged the release, she was entirely helpless and at his mercy, locked into stillness against his belly like a living, breathing cocksleeve. 

“Okay…. Okay, I’m ready,” Abby nodded, her voice a little tight and shaky. 

Continent took a pair of careful steps, and Abby nearly screamed. It was intense, being locked up like this. Her muscles strained against the cuffs, desperate to get some semblance of movement back, some measure of control. But there was nothing she could do, no way to make her body move how she wanted it to. She was trapped at the mercy of her bondage, and of the beast she was tied to. That alone was enough to make her heart race and her pussy clench and clutch at the fat, impaling pole of breeding meat that was buried in her slim body. But each step the Pokemon took bounced her ever so slightly in her restraints, drove that rod a little deeper, and made Continent's flared head kiss her cervix with all the gentleness of a runaway avalanche.  It left her breathless and seeing stars, her mouth hanging open as she groaned stupidly, squirming uselessly beneath the Pokemon as he looked down at her, soft eyes dancing with what might have been amusement - or maybe just enjoyment at seeing his trainer like this. 

Another two steps, and then a full dozen. And Abby bounced beneath her Pokemon, her cunt smearing a few inches of his shaft with her arousal as she was forced up and down the bare few inches that her restraints let her feel. They were locked together too tightly for her to slide up and down more than the tiniest bit of his shaft, but it would be enough for both of them. Continent’s flare twitched and was squeezed by his Trainer’s eager cunt, even as it ground against her cervix, his medial ring kissing and nudging at her lips as Abby’s toes curled and her eyes rolled. 

Panting, Abby forced herself to open her eyes and look up at Continent. Tears glistened in the corners, drawn by the sheer stretch her Pokemon was causing her, the agonizing and wonderful stretch of his oversized cock buried inside of her. Cum and pre dripped down onto the sandy dirt as her pussy juiced itself, sputtering and clenching as she gave the Mudsdale the signal to continue, a wailing whine spilling from her throat as he trotted into motion, bouncing her once more beneath him as he set off, his cock abusing her poor, sensitive pussy through a painfully pleasurable orgasm. 

They’d made it nearly ten feet, just five more miles to go.